“Either they don’t answer their phone or their roommates don’t know where they are.” His eyes slipped to mine, haunted. “Those are the ones that I’m worried about. The ones I couldn’t reach.”

“Six women,” Kisten said, now standing at the window wall that looked out on a small patio. “That’s not bad. Half of them probably moved.”

“In a month and a half?” David said caustically. Then, as if galvanized by the admission, he went to the kitchen, his pace fast with nervous energy.

My eyebrows rose. David dated six women in as many weeks? Weres weren’t any more randy than the rest of the population, but remembering his reluctance to settle down and start a pack, I decided it probably wasn’t that he couldn’t keep a girlfriend but rather that he was content playing the field. Playing the pro field. Jeez, David.

“They’re missing,” he said, standing in his kitchen as if having forgotten why he went in there. “I think…I think I’m blanking out and killing them.”

My gut clenched at the lost sound of his voice. He really believed he was killing these women.

“Well, there you go,” Kisten said. “Someone found out you’re a player and called the rest. You’ve been stung, Mr. Peabody.” He chuckled. “Time to start a new black book.”

David looked insulted, and I thought Kisten was being unusually insensitive. Maybe he was jealous. “You know what?” I said, spinning to Kisten. “You need to shut up.”

“Hey, I’m just saying—”

David jerked as if remembering why he had gone into the kitchen, popping open a tin of cat food and shaking it onto a plate before setting it on the floor. “Rachel, would you refuse to talk to a man you’d slept with, even if you were mad at him?”

My eyebrows rose. He hadn’t just dated six women in six weeks, he’d slept with them, too? “Uh…” I stammered. “No. I’d want to give him a piece of my mind at the very least.”

Head lowered, David nodded. “They’re missing,” he said. “I’m killing them. I know it.”

“David,” I protested, seeing a hint of concern on Kisten’s face, “Weres don’t black out and kill people. If they did, they would’ve been hunted into extinction hundreds of years ago by the rest of Inderland. There’s got to be another reason they aren’t talking to you.”

“Because I killed them,” David whispered, hunched over the counter.

My gaze drifted to the ticking wall clock. Two-fifteen. I’d missed my class. “It doesn’t add up,” I said, coming to sit at a barstool. “Do you want me to have Ivy track them down? She’s good at finding people.”