Blake shook his head. “You have to see that a naked woman running around in a forest would have to raise questions with anyone who happened to see it.”“Questions about that woman’s sanity, or theirs?” she asked.“Both,” Blake said.

Their attraction was supernatural in scale. Preternatural. Inescapable.

Seeing him shift shape in close quarters had been step one in her introduction to the moon’s cult.

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