Fallon was nothing if she was not suspicious, so Kieran moved, again, to be closer to the truth. "Werewolves," he said, "The full moon's tonight, it doesn't have respect for Boxing Day."
She was an auror. She was an auror, and this was - so fucking illegal, on so many levels. And he needed an out. The guilt churned in his gut despite this; if he could be honest, he would.
She was an auror. She was an auror, and this was - so fucking illegal, on so many levels. And he needed an out. The guilt churned in his gut despite this; if he could be honest, he would.