River Marked (Mercy Thompson, #6)

by Patricia Briggs

He was like Superman, but with fangs and oddly impaired morals.

“Hey, Darryl,” I said, trying not to sound like I was feeding a vampire.

shifting?” “He can’t change back to human?” Coyote folded up his hand of cards and set them on the bronze plaque, giving us his full attention. “That’s awkward, this being your honeymoon.”

“That’s right,” I agreed. “I killed her. It seemed like the proper thing to do at the time—as she was killing a lot of people. Why did you release her?”

Then something really disconcerting happened. The walking stick buried its suddenly sharp-again end in the otterkin’s throat with no help from me.

“Next time I go out to kill monsters,” I told him as we came into town, “you should do a better job of stopping me.”