“Mon Dieu,” Rosalind muttered, watching Alisa scamper out of view. “Are we sure she isn’t superhuman too?” “Maybe she was born with spider genetics,” Celia added. “I was thinking cat.” “Have we checked for a tail?” Orion blinked rapidly. “We’re joking, right?” he asked. “Please tell me we’re joking.” Rosalind patted his arm. “I hope to the high heavens that we are joking.”
