Yes, that was Daji, my Daji. Gramps and Gram couldn't have been more surprised to see a real fox goddess. But their introduction to the Wendigo became "curiouser and curiouser" in a way Lewis Carroll could never dream.
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"Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore," I say out loud.
Daji bares her teeth at us. She's stunning. I've seen Chinese women before, especially overseas, but Daji looks entirely different. "I'm a fox, not a tiny dog."
Adella grips my arm with the force of an Amazon warrior--she can probably see how attractive I find Daji. Not that she could shine Adella's patent leather shoes in my book. "I thought fox girls were just a legend."
Daji gives me a sly smile. "If I'm a legend, how do you explain my knowledge of your romance? The handsome soldier and the design student?"
"Mom and Dad talk a lot?" I suggest.
