Yaay! A cover and a release date, all at once! What a Happy Halloween for me.

No solid release day yet, but a cover exists! And here it is. (Also, note the wrist tattoo.)

Pensive or pissed off? Probably both.

15 – Enjoy Your Worries, You May Never Have Them Again

Roan knew it was a bad sign when he regained consciousness to find himself standing on a hospital bed, looking down at a puddle of blood on the floor. Actually, just coming to looking at a puddle of blood was bad enough on its own; the rest of this was just weird, bad touches.

He kind of knew what had happened even as his mind insisted on putting it together. His throat hurt, his mouth was tacky with blood, a thrown over IV stand with trailing tubes was on the other side of the room. His arm was hurting and bleeding from where the IV needles had been ripped out, muscles burning, joints aching like gravity was extra heavy today. His head was pounding like a kettle drum, and he was pretty sure he was about a minute away from throwing up while passing out. So not good.

The door popped open, and he wasn’t surprised when a drug gun barrel poked through the opening. “Human,” he said quickly, his voice a raspy grumble. “I’m human again. No need to shoot.”

The door opened a bit more, and he saw the gun wielder was the British cat squad cop from … yesterday? Oh, if he was lucky it was just yesterday. Behind him, Dylan peered over his shoulder, and said, “Oh, thank god.” He nudged the Brit aside and came into the room. “Sweetie, are you okay?”

Roan was going to ask him that, but it seemed redundant. So he carefully sat down on the bed so as not to flash the Brit (stupid paper gowns), and said, “ I have no idea. What happened? I mean, how did … it come out?” Officer Monty Python must have known the lion came out in Roan’s body, but he wasn’t sure, and he wasn’t going to confirm it if there was some doubt. (more…)