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“What do you say?”

“I don’t know”

“You’re bothered by what you saw tonight”

“Can you bla have you been a Werewolf?”

“I told you before, I’m not a Werewolf” He couldn’t tell her the truth, not all of it, so he told her a part of the truth “I’ain, thinking that a shape-shifter seemed a lot less scary than a Werewolf “How did it happen? I mean, is it hereditary?”

“You could say that”

“So, your parents are shape-shifters, too?”

Skirting the truth yet again, he nodded

Savanah shook her head “Ae into other ani how he and Rafe had often passed the quiet hours of the night by changing into lions and tigers and wolves They seeh he supposed, given their nature, that wasn’t surprising

“Cats? Dogs? Elephants?”

He could see the wheels turning, knew she was thinking about what a great story it would make He could see the headlines now: MAGICIAN’S SECRETS REVEALEDSTORY ON PAGE TWO “Re that happened here tonight is off the record You can’t write it up”

“Who would believe o, Werewolves and Vampires and shape-shifters had made the news She had read about the war between the Supernatural creatures in the ue files No one really knehat had started the war, or why it had abruptly ended, but once it was over, the Supernatural creatures seemed to have disappeared And now Rane was here If the Supernatural creatures were surfacing again, it could be the story of a lifeti from off the mantel and handed it to her “Coet your car”

With a nod, Savanah followed him outside to where a sleek silver Porsche waited in the driveway He opened the passenger door for her and she slid into the seat The leather, as soft as melted butter, seemed to enfold her

“I knew it,” she said “Zero to sixty in nothing flat”

Chapter Four

Savanah’s father was in the living rooot ho the paper in half, he tucked it between his thigh and the side of his wheelchair “Waiting for you, of course”

“You don’t have to do that” Shrugging out of her coat and kicking off her shoes, she padded across the floor and dropped a kiss on his forehead “I’ed

“I know, you don’t have to say it I’ll always be your little girl” Plopping down in the chair across fros beneath her “What did you do this evening?”

“Oh, the usual How about you?”

“I had sort of a date”

Her father arched one inquisitive brow “Sort of a date? Is that so new?”

“Actually, it wasn’t a date at all I went to the theater to see Santoro the Magnificent again After the shoaited for hiet that interview”