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Chapter Fifty-Seven: Smell the Smoke
Olivia I almost blew my cover in the car. I could see that Renee was totally taken aback by my retort, and I could practically smell the smoke as she tried to work out how Avalon Starr could possibly know about her habit of crashing my dates. But lucky for me, the idea that her sister had soul-swapped into a different body didn’t even cross her mind. Her mouth had opened and closed a few times like a fish out of water, then she had crossed her arms over her chest, huffed, and stared out the window for the rest of the drive back to the lodge, giving me the silent treatment, and only occasionally barking instructions to poor Wilson. When I stopped to think about it, given that up until very recently most ordinary humans believed that werewolves were myth and legend and that shape-shiftin
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