Byron pulled gently on my shoulder. Then I heard another heartbeat, faster, more frightened even than mine. He took in a lot of air and let it out, then raised a pair of sad brown eyes to me. Always good to remind people that I hadn't invited myself into their party.
His voice was a little breathy when he said, You're always hungry when you first change shape, especially if you're new at it. He looked taller in his white tux. That bit of metaphysical bravado on the dance floor would have all sorts of consequences later tonight. Byron followed, a hand still on my wrist, but loosely now, not to hurt, but more to guide.
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