Caeriel's face is too close, blocking most of my view. But then he steps back with a faint smile. "You're frightened."
"I'm not," I lie to him again, realizing belatedly he might be able to smell it. Hopefully he can't.
Either way, our encounters are not going very well.
Was it too much to ask for a normal mentor, and not someone I'm pretty sure is a psychopath? Actually, if I really want to get into it, why is everyone around me so damn weird? My own boyfriend is definitely not normal in his head, either.
Though… less terrible than I thought he was.
Which, I'm pretty sure, is not the case for Captain Grim Reaper over here.
"They're giving their reports."
"Reports?" I stiffen immediately. "I knew it. They're not normal animals!"
Vindication floods through my veins, sweet and sharp. See? I knew Sadie was weird. And the cat, too. Yet another situation in which my paranoia wasn't paranoia, because it isn't paranoia if it's true.
