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The secretary stood when I exited and pulled down the front edges of her blouse, which was now buttoned properly. It was probably a size too small and strained across her small breasts. I smelled her perfume—less delicate than I expected for her build—and when she looked up at me, her lips parted, and her eyes glazed over.
“What can I do for you, Mister McCord?” she asked and licked her lips.
The cortisol and other chemicals associated with the change coursed through me. Good gods, what had that monster trained the poor girl to do, to respond to? I deliberately recalled the feeling I’d gotten when Reine cleansed Max, torrents of icy waters pouring through me. “I need a copy of your boss’s itinerary for his recent trip to the Inner Hebrides and the list he’s compiled of his enemies. H
