Chapter 3

“I’m familiar with the building. When do you want to do this?”

“If I can afford you, then as soon as possible.” Ryan hadn’t been able to find any information about the prices Ian charged to fix problems.

“I’m a were, too, Ryan, and unlike you, I have fur. Places like Future Fur sicken me. I’ll do it for free.”

Ryan knew most weres couldn’t identify another’s second form just by looking. “You can tell what kind of were I am?”

“Your second form is a bird of some kind, yes? I get that feeling.” Ian cocks his head, looking over Ryan from head to toe, and it makes his stomach tighten. He thinks of something unsexy—his third grade teacher’s fish breath—to avoid getting aroused. Ian is the type of man with a powerful presence who can turn on your hormones with just a look.

“I’m a raven. But I can’t tell what you are,” Ryan admits.

“You’ll see, assuming you want to come along on this outing, or you can tell me what evidence is needed.”