"I said get in the van, pup," Scarper snarls. His teeth lengthen and his nails harden as he twists the steering wheel.
You're just outside the fancy Queen Anne, with other houses all around you. This is not a good place for Scarper to lose control.
Scarper is all howl, no fang. "Stay in the van, Scarper. Come after me and you'll regret it."
When Scarper is angry, he's stupid. I stay cool and lie. "I have one last lead on Black Tarn. Let me find her while you worry about Clay."
He can't get out of that van fast enough to outrace me. I just run for it.
I can't rely on speed, but I can outwit Scarper by disappearing down the streets—I know them well.
"Why don't you step out here and say that?" It won't be easy to shift into my glabro form and kick Scarper's ass, but that'll end things with him for good.
This is going to cause a scene. I back down and get in the van.
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