The first time Rhiannon saw gold in his eyes, she thought it was a reflection. This time, she knew the source came from inside the man. The color reminded her of a tiger’s eye marble. “You’re a therianthrope,” she murmured, leaning farther across the table in doing so. She had encountered it before, this ability of a human to metamorphose into an animal, but which type did Cian have? She had known a werewolf, but that man possessed an entirely different vibe: predatory, bristly.

What could she show him? Having no physical change to display, the easiest objects were on her person. She let go of his wrist. Rhiannon tugged a cross necklace from within her t-shirt and let it settle on the cotton. Her knee was already above the table, so she rolled her pant leg up to show him the wooden weapon affixed to her lower leg.

“Any questions?”