Excerpt: Provenance

“Thanks for making dinner,” he said between mouthfuls of salmon and rice.

“No problem. Thanks for saving my life,” I replied.

“You're welcome.”

Emily Post would have been proud of us. My mouth quirked in a smile at the thought of her writing a book of manners for the supernatural community. I could just picture it: When your life had been saved by a werewolf, be sure to thank him or her with a nice meaty meal. A gift of some kind would not be unwelcome.