To tell him or not to tell him? “Okay, remember the stupid reckless thing I can’t tell you about?” His eyes shone. Oh, yes, he remembered. “It involves going back to Mishmar.” Barabas dropped his teacup and caught it an inch above the table. Shapeshifter reflexes for the win. “Why?” Curran asked. “I can’t tell you.” A roar rumbled in Curran’s throat. Barabas sat back a bit. I shuddered. “So scary. Still can’t tell you.” He opened his mouth. “Lorelei,” I said. Curran swore. Barabas grinned. “Don’t,” Curran warned him.
