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Da de better to do than barbeque ether "Cristo, it’s grill, not barbeque"

"Barbeque…grill…what is the difference?" Levet huffed "Now put me down"

"You still haven’t explained the mud" Salvatore leaned his head down to suck in a deep breath "Or the fact that you reek of water sprite"

Levet folded his aroyle has to have so that you allowed yourself to be distracted," Salvatore growled

"Therecould get by me, that I assure you"

"We shall see"

With a flip of his hand, Salvatore rudely dropped Levet back to the ground and turned tobehind with all the grace of a drunken sailor, Levet shifted through his mind for some spell that would shrink a Were’s balls to marbles

In the distance, he could shout the surrounding woods, and so that s toward the small cabin with a speed that Levet couldn’t hope to , Levet at last reached the open door "What is it?"

Kneeling beside a lifeless cur that was fully shifted into wolf foraze

"Nothing can get by you?" he growled "How do you explain this?"

"Mon Dieu," Levet breathed, stepping onto the bare wooden floor, although he stayed far away from the corpse

Salvatore touched the cur’s head in a soft benediction "Duncan, I presume?"

"Oui" Levet’s stomach twisted He hadn’t liked the treacherous cur, but he would never have wished this on hi?"

"Well, perhaps it was closer to two or three hours ago"

"Worthless de his attention to the dead dog

Levet flapped his wings He wasn’t taking the fall for this disaster Even if he was responsible

"Do I look like one of your sniveling curs?" he dean, and if you think I ay dog, then you have another thing…"

"Shut up, and coant bastard"

"Levet"

Throwing up his hands, Levet waddled across the floor "I a him an impatient frown, Salvatore pointed at the lifeless cur

"How did he die?"

Levet’s tail twitched, warily wondering if the King had taken a recent blow to the head

"Well, this is only a guess, but it er sticking in his heart"

Salvatore hissed as he yanked the dagger free and tossed it across the barren room

"If he’d been killed by silver, he would have shifted back to huer in his heart"

Levet frowned "Why would soer into a dead cur?"

"I’ out his hands, Levet circled theat the stone fireplace, as well as the wooden table and chairs that were the only furniture

"There’s no hexa faint tingle in the air, Levet hopped onto one of the chairs and grabbed the half-elass of wine that was left in the center of the table "Can a cur be poisoned?"

Flowing to his feet, Salvatore studied the bottle of ith a frown

"Where did that co with the two glasses, e arrived" Levet shuddered as the air thickened with Salvatore’s power "What is it?"

With glowing eyes, Salvatore pointed toward the hidden door that inging open near the fireplace

"A trap"

A low, ht the King of Weres was all fangs and no brains"