““So, what exactly does ‘patrolling’ entail?” She shrugged. “Making sure the woods are clean of supes.” “Why would there be soup in-oh, ‘supes’? Like for ‘supernaturals’? Is that what you guys call us?” Izzy didn’t turn around, and it could have just been a trick of the light, but I thought the tips of her ears pinkened. “It’s just something I made up,” she mumbled, and I was very glad she had her back to me as a smile broke out over my face. “I like that.” She spun around then, and I made sure my expression was deadly serious. “I mean it,” I told her. “You know what we call ourselves, right? Prodigium.” I made a derisive snort. “The only thing lamer and more pretentious than Latin is made-up Latin.””
