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free. He changed that girl! Oh my God, how stupid can you get?”
    “What are the terms?” Jimmy asked.
    “ What ?” Petunia spat at him.
    “The... the terms,” he said. “You told me to offer him—”
    Petunia narrowed her eyes. “Do you think I wasn’t going to tell you? Of course I know that!” She cleared her throat. “Er, anyway, the terms. He brings himself and his stupid changed mate to me. I know what he did, and he knows what he did. And he knows that I know doing what he did was illegal as he knows it was and knew it was when he—anyway. He comes to me, I’ll make it better. I’ll make it look like she’s been a werewolf all along, and no one has to ever be the wiser.”
    “That’s a good plan,” Jimmy said.
    “Of course it is, you idiot! And then I’ll have a Danniken in my pocket. I’ll be able to tell him to do anything I want, and he’ll have to do it. Erik Danniken, that smug asshole, he’ll want to protect his brother, so he’ll buy me off. This is perfect. And a whole lot easier than kidnapping a pissed off werewolf and keeping him locked up when he doesn’t want to be.”
    Petunia couldn’t do anything then except laugh. For all the pain she’d endured in the past few months, for all the embarrassment she’d had as a stumpy, life-long clumsy bunny who could barely hop, and who couldn’t stomach vegetables without significant gas problems, this made it all worth it.
    “I’m gonna make all of ‘em pay,” she said to herself, clapping her hands. “Every last damn one of these Jamesburg shifters are gonna wish they never heard the name Petunia Lewis,” she threw her head back, laughing as maniacally as she could manage. “Every last one! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

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    S hapes flew past in a way that made no sense at all to Mali’s fevered hellscape of a brain. She was alive, she thought, but her body wouldn’t move and her eyes didn’t work. She couldn’t talk, she couldn’t scream, she couldn’t even hear, but inside her head, all those senses were still alive and well.
    The only problem was that her senses were all in her head. For the second time in as many days, she was almost certain she was dead. She was alive though, she knew that much. She knew she was dreaming, or at least hallucinating, but she didn’t have enough experience with the really fun parts of college life to know how to control the visions, so her thoughts turned back to the idea that she was, maybe, dead.
    Except dead people don’t hurt , she was fairly sure. They’re dead, and being dead might hurt in the process of getting there, but once you’re good and dead, there’s not a lot going on in the ol’ noggin.
    Flares of pain buzzed up and down Mali’s spine, and something that felt like a thick, horrible, fever-inducing infection was centered on the bite in her neck. Yeah , she thought, definitely not dead .
    Mali had largely moved on from the idea of being dead, but now she was questioning whether or not she’d fallen into a coma of some sort. She had the general sense she’d wake up. Mali wondered if this actually was what a coma was like. She had the sensation that she was moving extremely quickly, but in her mind, she was standing still.
    Wind, terrible and harsh, wailed around her entire body, encapsulating her with sharp chills which was awful, but in this strange, dark world, was the only sure thing Mali had.
    She hugged her elbows and started looking around, wandering, watching, just trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Every now and then, she’d catch a brief flash of the outside world, and sure enough it was moving incredibly fast. It was like tiny rips came through the blackness that surrounded her, and when they did she caught glimpses of the world outside.
    She could see the desert in one flash, moving past incredibly quickly. In the next she saw mountains, a forest, something she knew wasn’t anywhere near the place she’d been when she...