Magic for Nothing (InCryptid, #6)

by Seanan McGuire

Good news: they thought there were substantially more of us than there really were. As in, they were assuming dozens. I wasn’t sure how fast Covenant girls were expected to breed, but their projections for the size of our family made me want to cross my legs, like, forever. Better news: Margaret didn’t remember seeing Verity before her television appearance. Sarah’s makeshift mind wipe had been complete enough that it hadn’t left any holes. The Covenant still thought Dominic was dead, and thank God and our local telepath for that. Bad news: they were planning to quadruple their presence in North America over the next three years and take us out, assuming they could find us. And they would find us. They talked about torturing cryptids for information like they were discussing what to have for dinner. To them, anything done to a nonhuman didn’t really count and couldn’t be considered “wrong.” They would come up from South America or down from Canada, and they would find us, and they would kill us all. I needed to warn people. I needed to tell them our fears were justified.