“Well, when you’re being irrational—” “Irrational? Me?” “What do you call it when you try to round up shifters you, and I’m quoting, ‘Don’t much like the look of’?” “You didn’t see her once she shifted.” “I didn’t have to. I’ve seen Novikov. He has tusks. Like a goddamn walrus.” “She’s bigger than he is shifted. She’s gotta be at least twenty feet long. Maybe longer. That ain’t right. That’s—” “Please don’t say unholy.” “—unholy.” Ric briefly placed his head on his desk. “I love how your Christianity only comes into play when you don’t have a rational argument for something you don’t like.”
