Snippet #2646116

"Scout's honor," said Spire to Issac pleasantly. He had definitely never been a boyscout. Toby had, though. It probably counted.

Spire and Toby exited the car and shared a glance. Spire could catch the scent of vampires and wolves mingling from the doorway.

"A lot," Toby said to Spire's unasked question. A lot of cryptids in there. It made Toby uneasy and Spire suspicious. But they weren't taking their weapons. And this was not only an opportunity to check out these curiosities, this was their lead on the murders. Toby cared enough about the deaths to stifle his unease. And Spire was intrigued enough by this organization to stifle his suspicion. So into the safe house they went, Spire taking the lead, until they found an open place in the room to stand and observe.

The scent of numerous bleeding cryptids and painkillers and...pizza.

"This is quite a gathering," Spire remarked, just as Lulu toppled--quite near him. He probably could have caught her. He didn't even blink. "I can't say I've crashed a more interesting party than this one."

He returned the eye contact of the girl who seemed so curious about him. She was a wolf, he identified without Toby's help. He saw how she avoided him, so he made a point of meeting her eyes now and again, to make her uncomfortable--it was very Spire-like to begin with, but also almost instinctual: the lone wolf, to make the pack-bound pup squirm.