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MacRinnalch examined the living room with distaste. As ever, the twins’ house was extremely messy. Dominil found the untidiness offensive. On occasion, when the mess had reached crisis proportions, she had been obliged to call in professional help. A team of domestic cleaners had put the house back in some sort of order. Unfortunately, Beauty and Delicious were incapable of keeping it that way. The floor was littered with guitars, clothes, CDs, DVDs, magazines, plates, cups, glasses, food cartons, and several empty bottles of the MacRinnalch whisky.
    Dominil knew she shouldn’t let it bother her. After all, she didn’t live here. She had a comfortable flat of her own in London, lent to her by the Mistress of the Werewolves, who seemed quite happy that Dominil was again helping Butix and Delix. Beauty and Delicious, as they preferred to call themselves, were notoriously incapable of helping themselves.
    If the werewolf twins were incapable of keeping their house in Camden in any sort of order, they did at least have talent in other directions. Several months ago, Dominil had helped them reform their band. They’d played a gig that had gone surprisingly well. The sisters wanted success above anything else, and they might even be able to achieve it if they could only focus their attention.
    “Which, of course, they can’t,” thought Dominil, picking up a CD from the floor and placing it on a nearby shelf. She wondered if it had been wise to agree to help the twins again. She’d done it first as a favor to Verasa, the Mistress of the Werewolves. Dominil had succeeded in that task to everyone’s satisfaction. The sisters had been so grateful to Dominil that they’d actually gone back to Castle MacRinnalch and voted for Markus as Thane. That had been the point of the whole exercise from Verasa and Dominil’s point of view. Markus needed their votes to be elected. Now that was done, there was really nothing else that the family needed from the twins. Yet here Dominil was in London again with the declared intention of helping them. Yum Yum Sugary Snacks, the twins’ band, needed more rehearsals, more gigs, and more publicity. Dominil could make that happen. Though only a few months ago Dominil had had no knowledge of the music business, she was both competent and determined and could generally do whatever she set her mind to.
    It wouldn’t be so bad, mused Dominil, if the twins weren’t so fond of drinking. And continually surrounded by a drunken rabble of admirers and hangers-on.
    Dominil stared at her reflection in the glass of a cabinet. Her snow-white hair was long and in fine condition. While not particularly vain, Dominil nonetheless liked to take good care of her hair. She was the only living MacRinnalch to have white fur when she transformed into her werewolf shape. If she changed into her full-wolf form, as many of the MacRinnalchs could do, she appeared as a great arctic wolf. It was commonly held that the icy white coat reflected her character, and Dominil did nothing to dispel the notion.
    Dominil sensed Kalix’s approach before the doorbell rang. Dominil’s sense of smell was extremely acute, allowing her to identify potential threats even in the city, where the competing odors could be overpowering. Heightened senses were not the only characteristic that differentiated the MacRinnalchs from humans. As werewolves under the moon, they were abnormally strong, but even in daylight, in human shape, the MacRinnalchs were unusually powerful creatures.
    Kalix arrived at exactly the agreed time, which pleased Dominil. People tended not to be late for appointments with her. The young werewolf looked better than she had when Dominil had first encountered her in London. She was still extremely thin and rather pale, but her unusually long hair was well cared for rather than knotted and tangled. Her eyes had lost the haggard look they’d had while she’d been on the run. She wore a long, dark coat, a style that