Chapter Twenty-NineAs he grows, the domovoi doesn’t resemble a giant chinchilla—which would’ve been a sight so cute it could’ve been weaponized.
Instead, he morphs into a creature from a nightmare—an amalgamation of teeth, claws, and a scorpion-like stinger in place of a tail. Tentacles replace his whiskers, and I glimpse deadly thorns on the tips.
Another mental shout emanates from the creature, and Felix and I grab our heads in pain. It sounds like Russian death metal played backward on maximum volume from every speaker on Earth.
Harper shrieks and takes a step back.
In a blur of motion that rivals Nero’s speed, Fluffster dives for her—an action followed instantly by a hail of Harper’s body parts exploding like a hellish piñata.
For the second time in one night, I find myself covere
