Roz nodded, and they all stared at her. As casually as she could manage, she said, “Are you referring to the fact that some of you are werewolves?”
She saw several raised eyebrows, but the room remained deathly quiet. She waited. Someonehadto respond.
“Are you a werewolf?” Wendell asked.
“No.”
The gentleman who spoke to her first bristled. “What makes you think werewolves exist?”
“Your name, sir, is?”
“Barrett.”
She tried to keep her cool. This was no time to show fear or back down. She hadn’t seen Konrad shift as he claimed he could, but the whole telepathy thing was certainly supernatural.
“Well, Mr. Barrett, I know this because I’m his lawyer, and I needed to know.”
The woman who had spoken previously shook her head and said, “No, he wouldn’t divulge that to his lawyer, even if his life depended on it.”
“Your name, ma’am?”
She hesitated, folded her arms, and bit out, “Lois.”
“All right, Lois. To whom would he divulge that information, if not to his lawyer?”
“No one,” she said indignantly.
Roz decided to go with Konrad’s truth, even if she wasn’t totally there yet. “Not even his mate?”
More eyebrows shot up.
Finally, Barrett spoke. “Are you sayingyou’rehis mate?”
Roz raised her chin proudly. “I am.”
More agitated conversation broke out around the table. She heard the word “human” spoken as if it tasted like rotting meat.
Lois raised her hand, and everyone quieted. “Prove it,” she said. “Show us your mark.”
Roz straightened her back. “I will not,” she said as if deeply offended.I hope whatever that mark is, it appears in some really personal place. I’m guessing if my mate put it there, it could be on my ass, and I wouldn’t even know. He probably guessed I’d never look there.
To answer their question with another question, Roz tipped her head. “How about telepathic communication? Does that do it for ya?”
Amid the stunned silence, she heard a sigh of relief, or maybe it was some other kind of sigh, like one at the end of a sappy movie.
Lois smiled. “Yes, that helps.”
Wendell scrutinized her. “And you don’t mind that he’s a—”
“Werewolf?” Roz supplied. “I’m not crazy about it, but Iamcrazy about him.”
The group nodded and murmured.
“Good, then if you’re as concerned about Konrad as you seem to be, maybe you can all help me help him.”
“How?” Wendell asked.
“I’m hoping for an alibi. Does anyone remember being with him at that time?”
