Wade looked up from his phone, the brown in his eyes gone, replaced by molten gold and black reptilian pupils, fiery red scales scattered up toward his temple. It was rare Takoma felt like prey, but he did just then, even if he didn’t let anyone see. “I like Spencer, and I’d steal Fatima from him if she’d let me. Given half the chance, I’d eat you to save him the grief I’m sure you’ll cause him, but Jono already said I couldn’t. So. Be nice, and you’ll never know what it’s like to be a midnight snack for me.”
