Page 18 of Fang Fatale

I glance up.

Sure enough...

There's Grimhaven.

Leaning against a lamppost.

Pretending to read the Blackthorn Gazette.

Upside down.

“Subtle,” I mutter.

Dandy snorts into her coffee.

Clover sighs affectionately.

“Bless his heart.”

I blink.

“...Everyone can see him?”

“Honey.”

She leans across the counter.

“Mrs. Blood sent him a blueberry muffin forty-five minutes ago because she thought he looked lonely.”

The barista giggles.

Dandy adds, “The squirrels have been gossiping about him since breakfast.”

“He thinks he's being incognito,” Clover says. “Nobody's had the heart to tell him otherwise.”

I look back toward the window.

He's still holding the newspaper upside down.

Against my better judgment...

I smile.

Just a little.

Clover notices.

“Well,” she murmurs.

“That's new.”

I pretend not to hear her.

Across the street, Grimhaven finally notices us watching.

He folds the newspaper with entirely too much dignity and starts walking over.

“Showtime,” Dandy whispers.