"Crap," Verity swore under her breath. Her and her big stupid mouth gave away a bit more than she intended. To say nothing of how Parker knew about the knives.

"I'm a cryptozoologist. You know, the study of sasquatches and wendigo and the like? Where I'm from, they're real. And often hunted by a bunch of assholes known as the Order of Saint George."

Verity stops, then scoffs a bit.

"I'm probably sounding ridiculous, but here I am living in something I swear is out of my sisters comic books."