Juniper leaned forward, her face so close he could feel her breath. It smelled like roses.
'Ready?' she whispered. Blitzmann didn't flinch as she planted a soft kiss on his thin lips.
She smiled broadly, two rows of white teeth uncannily like those of a wolf's. She turned gracefully, black locks of hair caressing his face, and sauntered out the door. When it had shut after her, Blitzmann allowed himself to move. He put a hesitant finger to his lips. A smile crossed his usually rigid face. Perhaps he should go after her. Perha-
His lips had gone numb.
'What the fupoison.'