She laughed again. “You do that. You just do that, Mercedes Thompson. And if they figure out what you have—and have any inkling that you might know what it is—they will kill you, werewolves or no. They’d kill you to get it, too—and trust me, it is easier to kill you, human, than it is to bother looking for it wherever you have it stashed.” I didn’t doubt that she was telling the truth about the Gray Lords. Fae always tell the truth. They usually respond to taunts, too—which is why I added a smug tone to my voice as I said, “Most especially because you don’t know what it is, either.” “The
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