Jean-Claude gave me a look, and I shook my head at him. The smile vanished as if it had never existed. He was a machine. He could not tell if they were carrying onconversations in the darkness, he could hear no voices, only the faint sound of fog whispering around theshadowed shapes.
If Nicols figured out what he was doing, it would backfire. Asher feels like a Master Vampire in my head, his level of power, but he has no animal to call. If a shape-shifter was declared rogue, one that was actively hunting humans, and the police couldn't capture it, then you could get a court order of execution, just like for a vampire. He looked exasperated, hands on hips, spreading the coat backwards, flashing more of the blue cord as he paced towards me.
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