“This is Tez Jones,” I said. “He’s a police detective from Tampa.”“Oh, my,” said Martha, blinking up at him. “Is something wrong?”“Nope,” said Tez, grinning at her and offering a saucy wink. “I’m just the boyfriend.”“Well, then.” She sized him up, and nodded.“It’s about time Elizabeth found someone who deserved her.”“I worship at her dainty feet.”

“Yes!” she said raising her arms in the air. “Finally! I get to meet the invisible man!”“He’s not invisible,” I said sitting on the edge of her desk.“Oh please,” she said. “I’ve never seen him. Except maybe in a magazine advertising crazy people, or maybe it was rich people? I get the two mixed up.”Lyndi and Sloane”

“I don’t want to date her; I just want to be around her. She’s…different.”“Different how?” America asked, sounding irritated.“She doesn’t put up with my bullshit, it’s refreshing. You said it yourself, Mare. I’m not her type. It’s just not…like that with us.”“You’re closer to her type than you know,” America said.”

“No", she wanted to say. " I don't want you to care for me, I want to be with my husband." But nothing came out. She turned beseeching her eyes to Darcy and she saw him as if from a great distance, through a distorting glass, but his words were firm and clear. “She has no taste for your company,” he said.“No?” said the gentleman. “But I have a taste for her.”Hers, thought Elizabeth. He should have said hers.“Let her go,” said Darcy warningly.“Why should I?” asked the gentleman.“Because she is mine,” said Darcy.The gentleman turned his full attention toward Darcy and Elizabeth followed his eyes.And then she saw something that made her heart thump against her rib cage and her mind collapse as she witnessed something so shocking and so terrifying that the ground came up to meet her as everything went black.”

“A tall, thin boy with choppy black hair stood next to her. He eyed Isobel as she approached, sizing her up, grinning like he found something funny. She glared at him in return, ready for him to say just one thing about her cheer uniform, because she knew he must have pulled the black jeans he wore straight from the girls' rack at Target.”

“Lessons? Oh no. I didn’t need lessons.” He glanced up and found her shaking her head in disgust at her own idiocy. “You see, Sissy said I wouldn’t need lessons. ‘You’re a shifter,’ she said. ‘We can do anything,’ she said.”