“He didn't knock on the door while I was on the phone calming Polly down. She was so grateful that I had forgiven her for her rudeness, that it was embarrassing. Waves of submissiveness poured out of the phone. I hung up. Edward was grinning at me. He had moved to one of the soft chairs. "Did you just spend nearly twenty minutes convincing a werewolf that you weren't going hurt her?" "Yes." He laughed, a wide, abrupt sound. The smile vanished, leaving a sort of shimmering glow to his face. H...is eyes glittered with something darker than humor. I wasn't sure what he was thinking, but it wasn't pleasant. He slid down in the chair, base of his skull resting on the back, hands clasped over his stomach, ankles crossed. He looked utterly comfortable. "How did you come to be the terror of good little werewolves everywhere?" "I don't think they're used to people shooting and killing them. At least not on first acquaintance." His eyes simmered with some dark joke.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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