"You know another one of us?' Kieran asked, eyebrows quirking upwards. He'd never met one, unless one counted Miss Urquart, or the werewolf who'd turned him.
"My flatmate knows," Kieran said, "And - I hang around an activist crowd, and one of them knows."
Jude would rather like Mrs. Skeeter, Kieran thought.
"My flatmate knows," Kieran said, "And - I hang around an activist crowd, and one of them knows."
Jude would rather like Mrs. Skeeter, Kieran thought.