Summary:

Shane glanced at his fox, Akane. Still between Rozanov’s legs.

Dark eyes staring back at him. Akane didn’t have dark eyes. She had hazel eyes, brilliant, multifaceted gems that glimmered playfully in even the dimmest light.

That was Rozanov’s daemon. Of course it was.

Rozanov’s daemon was identical to Shane’s. The same body shape. The same small white diamond above the nose. The same deeper red blaze along the spine. But he still should’ve been able to tell it wasn’t Akane.

Who can’t recognize their own daemon?