Chapter Eight
Paralyzed, I stare at Lilith as she taps the driver on the shoulder.
The cabby looks back as Lilith’s eyes turn into mirrors. Silkily, she says, “You will follow my commands and not remember anything said in this car from this moment onward. Do you understand?”
Holy cow.
Lilith found me.
As the driver robotically repeats the glamour instructions, the guide dog leads the blind guy over to the front passenger seat.
The man gets inside and feels around for the safety belt, then fumbles with the buckle until it clicks in.
I only now register the fact that he has the Cognizant Mandate aura—and so does his “dog”, who is probably not a dog but a werewolf or something similar.
The creature prances over to the back and leaps in. It looks like a Siberian husky that’s been fed g
