Ross pressed his lips together into a thin line, displeased - although clearly not with her. Mrs. Skeeter ran her department much more effectively than the last fellow had, and, well... He had been expecting this to happen ever since the fog had hit. That it came following a werewolf attack in Hyde fucking Park was the worst part.

"All that's coming to mind is strapping garlic to half the gas lamps," Ross said, "And that would just chase them to the Slums, practically speaking." Where bodies were more densely packed, but less famous. Conri fucking Power.

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