Clay is inside, for once. In the library, which is somewhat less odd given that it's nearly empty right now and he's found a quiet, secluded corner to read about something or other. He looks rather more human than usual, but anyone who would approach him would get a stare from blue eyes (gorgeous blue eyes) that would be much less human ( Read more... )

Between one word and another, Clay moves, half carrying Anita inside, never straying far from her, his body taut and eyes half wild.