Just a quick little snippet today from NO LOVE FOR THE WICKED.
“It was time,” I said. “And I like I said before, I have total control over that whole claw and beast thing now. No transforming unless I want to.”
Thirteen’s expression went carefully blank. “And have you? Wanted to, that is?”
I thought about the predators I’d tracked while honing that particular ability. The rush I felt after each surge of transforming power. “I have control over it. That’s all that matters.”
Oh Magnolia – what are we going to do with you. 😉