Jamey leaned into Henry as Dr. M and Bonnie hurriedly conferred, their voices too low for him to hear. Bonnie’s animals grumbled in the papoose on her back. Henry could, he knew, probably hear everything they were saying with those lupine ears of his. He grinned as he thought about how he wanted to touch them, trace their shape with his fingers, stroke the tufts of soft hair.
Probably not the best place or time to play with Henry’s ears. What am I doing here in the VCU library in—no, that’s a stupid question. I know the answer. We’re on the run from Watchers and demons who are trying to stop us, Henry and me, before we find Loki’s key. Dr. M said they’ll do anything to stop us—kill us, kill our friends. They already killed Charley.