Chapter 11
SolenneBoxon Hill
Marechal House - The Parlor
The glass fell to the floor. All she could hear was the pounding of her heart.
The beast stood on two legs, looking far more human than she felt comfortable with.
Miles stirred on the divan, struggling to rise to his feet, but his legs seemed unable to support his weight.
The beast’s maw moved, and something like a croon came out. Was it trying to speak? She had never heard of such a thing. People under the curse were still, at least in theory, people, but they lost their minds from the pain of the transformation. She could not imagine how much it hurt to have bones snap and re-knit, for skin to stretch, tear and heal. Had this person come to her for help?
“It is an evening of unprecedented events,” she murmured. Carefully, sh
