Kathy Reichs
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Whitney smacked Coop's snout while simultaneously pressing herself deeper into the couch. Coop fixed her with an unblinking ice-blue stare, gray-brown fur bristling along his spine. Tory! Whitney squealed. He's going to attack! Maybe. I walked into the kitchen and snagged a Diet Coke from the fridge. Try to protect your throat.

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