"Next time, you should remember to return your books on time, dear."

You vividly recall the way his claws dug into your thigh, the way his eyes shined in the moonlight as he spilled your blood all over your carpet. That was last night, and now he's smiling at you as if nothing ever happened.

"You look pale," Yael comments as he accepts the overdue book you were returning, setting it behind the front counter he was sitting at with an air of nonchalance that made it feel as though he hadn't just broken into your apartment the night before. "Are you all right?" He knows, you know. But neither of you will say a word about it. He's just playing with his food.