I don't even need to look to know that the glamour must have slipped. It's annoying, but there's not much that can be done about it now. "Nothing happened to it," I explain through clenched teeth. "That's the way it's supposed to be."

Something itches - I'm not sure what, I just know I want to be scratching my talons along something right now. Preferably something that will bleed. "You don't smell right," I say offhand.