“When a man is attacked by a giant cat,” she said, “do you think he becomes infected with the nature of the beast?” Arabella turned her head slowly and raised one eyebrow. Cheered by this response, Thea continued. “Consider it to be like the legend of the werewolf. Most of the time, he appears to be a perfectly normal gentleman.” She gripped Arabella’s forearm and lowered her voice for dramatic effect. “But at nightfall, he turns into a giant cat. He prowls through the shadows and pounces on humans like mice.” Arabella gently reclaimed her arm. “If Lord Luxborough is a were-jaguar, then I do
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