But the magister’s command was overwhelming, and the beast never strayed from its mission except once, when the scent led it to a door. She made a pathetic whimpering noise, but only for a moment. Jane had to act. The teenage human had such soft lips, and the elf loved the way they quivered with nervous energy. Nor was there embarrassment. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“What wrong with me?” Jane said. Maybe if she stood still, it would just leave her alone, but instead of moving on, the Wolf circled her once and then stuck its nose a fraction of an inch from her smooth, moist crotch. Jane rolled and regained her feet. And then, from the left came a blur. Stay back!” Jane snarled at the creature, keeping the pointy end of the sword between herself and the angry arachnid. Every door was covered with the kind of rust that accumulates with lack of use.
