"Talons." I shuddered. "You should have seen them. At least three inches."
Harry snorted. "Drama queen."
"They were," I insisted. "And don't get me started on the smell. It was smothering. I think it's some sort of hunting technique. Get close enough, and victims just choke to death on it."
"You could have something there," Harry admitted.
"Except death isn't even an option, because then you get dragged kicking and screaming to be eaten alive."
"How traumatic," Harry said, "So you're not going back, then?"
"No," I said glumly, then added, "Her nails really were three inches, I swear."
"Right."