“Why are you so determined to lie to us? Don’t you get that we see right through you?”
I wasn’t even the slightest bit surprised when the outburst came from his mother—had he realised that he wasn’t saying their names when he had introduced them to me, or had that been deliberately done on his part? His mother had thrown her hands into the air in a rather unnecessary manner, giving me the impression that she was used to dramatizing situations, used to being right, or to having whoever she was speaking to her give up with disagreeing with her. Was she hoping that that was going to be the case this time?
If she was, then I had some bad news to break to her…
“What makes you think that I’m lying?”
“She’s a human, Marcel. Humans and Werewo
