I held out the walking stick. “Here. Coyote said he taught it a few things.” Beauclaire looked at me. “I don’t know Coyote,” he said. “Maybe I will have to remedy that.” Adam’s lips curled up in satisfaction. “I would pay money,” he said. Beauclaire, who still hadn’t reached for the walking stick, narrowed his eyes at my mate. “Oh?” “You never get quite what you expect from Coyote,” I told him. “He was amazingly helpful this time, so I expect that something horrible will happen to us in the near future.” I wished I hadn’t said that as soon as the words left my mouth. I already knew that
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