<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Her arms tightened around you.  "The White Court can't have you.  I call dibs."  And she did bite again -- still fairly gentle, but definitely possessive.  "So if it's not a trick... what is it?  Other than spectacular sex and a really bad idea?"  Cat tried to sound casual -- she did.  But the way her arms were locked around him belied that unconcern.  She had very definite ideas about how she wanted him to answer -- but she'd wait until he spoke.</span></span>