“Wait just a moment now! How did you find me here? Have you been following me?” Lord Maccon had the good grace to look sheepish—if a werewolf can be said to look sheepish. “I do not trust vampire hives,” he grumbled, as though that were an excuse. “I told you not to come. Didn’t I tell you not to come? Well, look what happened.” “I would have you know I was perfectly safe in that hive. It was only when I left that things went all”—she waved a hand airily—“squiffy.” “Exactly!” said the earl. “You should go home and stay inside and never go out again.”
