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political correctness, shifted his grip on the gun and smiled, dentures gleaming. “You don’t get to speak.”
    “You knew what he was all along?” Katie asked her father. Now that she knew part of Marcus’s story, it explained why he was the opposite of what she expected from wolves. A scientist. She wished his story explained why she was unusually attracted to him, but that was just her weakness rearing its humiliating head. Wasn’t it?
    “I had my suspicions when you went into a tizzy after you tattooed him.”
    “A tizzy?” Marcus asked.
    “I may have questioned the wisdom of a wolf hanging around here, but I’d hardly call it a tizzy.” She’d argued with Dad about giving Marcus a be-gone permabrand—adding spell components to the tattoo ink and infusing them with her magic, the effects of which lingered for years. But Dad had insisted the wolf was toothless and to let him waste his money however he wished.
    She’d only mentioned Marcus a few times. Seven or eight. That was nothing compared to how often she’d thought about him.
    A tizzy. Groan. Her father was more astute than she’d given him credit for.
    “You weren’t yourself,” Dad said. “I did a little digging.”
    Instantly suspicious, Katie asked, “What kind of digging?”
    Nobody outside Vern and Tonya, her handler, was supposed to know where they were. Katie and her father had been listed as deceased, while Tonya maintained a tenuous link to the coven network. It allowed them to maintain a cover for Katie’s lucrative permabrand work.
    If Dad had contacted any of the elders, any of his old friends…
    He made a disgusted noise at her. “Nothing like that. Don’t go all wet hen on me.”
    Tizzy or no tizzy, she had every right to be mad if he’d blown their safe house again. “Ba, what did you do?”
    “I found out he’s a mongrel. A threat.”
    “How dangerous am I, if you didn’t turn me in a month ago?” Marcus dropped his hands, and Dad didn’t say anything. “You didn’t even tell your daughter about me.”
    Marcus didn’t realize they couldn’t have reported him without jeopardizing themselves. They didn’t want any witches, especially keepers, sniffing around any more than Marcus did. However, no one had come, so it was possible Dad had been more discreet this time.
    That didn’t excuse Dad for not telling her about Marcus.
    “I didn’t need to tell Katie.” Dad shrugged, the gun bobbing. “She knows how to handle animals like you.”
    She did know. It had been her job to know. But Dad had kept Marcus’s origins to himself, so she’d leaped feet-first into this mess.
    “I’m not a threat to either of you,” Marcus said.
    “Any wolf who knows about witches is a threat,” Katie stated, not caring when Marcus growled. “How is it you’re still cognizant?”
    No witch could have transformed without his coven knowing it…and coming after him. Or sending the keepers after him.
    Dad answered for him. “Incompetence. Pansy-ass covens today aren’t like—”
    “Like they were in your second pass-through.” Katie wasn’t in the mood to hear it. “I really need to know, Marcus. Is anyone hunting you?”
    “It’s nothing I can’t handle. Unless you plan to turn me in.”
    “You hurt my Katie,” Dad said. “Of course we’re gonna turn you in.”
    “Actually, he didn’t hurt me.” Marcus had visited several times without incident. Today would have been without incident if she hadn’t bonked her head. If anyone was trailing him, he hadn’t led them here. Yet. “Anyway, it’s partly your fault. Hell, if you’d have told me a month ago, I’d have chased Marcus away before he so much as…”
    Stared at her with bedroom eyes. Held her against him. Took her by the nape. Sniffed a lot more than her perfume. “Before he said hello.”
    “I don’t like the way he’s looking at you. I twice don’t like the way you’re looking at him.”
    “Zhang Li, my father, you mean well,” Katie warned,