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Lilly felt as though her whole life was crashing in around her. Paul was a werewolf. She should have recognized the signs-those yellow eyes and his prodigious strength-but how could she have believed it? Who would believe that a movie star was a creature of myth? Who would believe that he had snuck into her room last night and-
Her heart thumped loudly in her chest as her hand flew up to her collar. "Then are we. . .am I a werewolf?"
Al took a drag on his cigarette and tilted his head back to look up at the ceiling. He blew out a puff of smoke and furrowed his brow. "Funny thing about those legends. They get a lot of things right and a lot of things wrong."
She stood and pressed her arms against her chest. Her voice shook with all her fear and impatience. "Am I a werewolf?
