Chapter 87 The Fire

• As the movie credits roll, Marcus reluctantly heaves himself up off the couch and takes the empty wine bottle to the recycling bin. I follow, yawning, with our empty wine glasses.
• "Well, I suppose I should get back to my own rooms," Marcus says, lingering in the kitchenette. "It would be the scandal of the century if I was to be found leaving here in the morning."
• "You'd think werewolf etiquette would be a little more caught up in the 21st century," I say, not wanting him to go, either.