Well, I've been waiting for this book to happen. It seemed absurd that I would adore every single word Nalini Singh wrote. This book...I found myself skimming. I didn't care for Katya. Dev was alright, his gift with metal pretty neat, I guess. The only parts I enjoyed, really enjoyed, was when the cats were around. And Judd, of course, since he's my favorite by far. The romance was forced. I missed the leopards and the wolves. Not that I didn't finish it. Not that I didn't get teary a time or two. It just lacked chemistry, lacked...I don't know...my own emotional concern for the characters. Die. Don't die. Shrug. 
 But it was inevitable that I would find at least ONE of N.S.'s books to be...meh. The next one in the series is about a non-changling too. Max, the cop. ...I have it. But I think I'll skip ahead to Play of Passion. Indigo and Drew. Should be fun.