He crossed his arms with a look of displeasure. "That you would maim or kill my kin, wolf, with your words, be it out of spite or ignorance, makes me wish unpleasant things upon you."
I shrugged my shoulders. "Should I clap or something?"
"Oh, for the love of all things sacred, Zoe!" Dr. Seth Northman groaned, one hand tented on the middle of his face. "People have been killed for less."
"Look, it's been a long night, and this stupid town is hot, like, always." I raised a hand. "No, no, I don't want to hear again how it's cooler here than elsewhere or that it's a damn 'dry' heat. Either this little guy--"
Seth groaned again. "Zoe."
"Fine, if His Royal Wingedness has any information, now would be a great time to share."
The prince looked at the naga, who shrugged. "Alas, dear prince, I fear this is as best as we're going to get out of her."
Want to catch up on the adventure?
Check out the first Zoe Delante thriller, Whispers of the Dead.
The sequel is due out in your hot little hands in March 2015!