“You’ll probably have to use the washroom at some point too. I mean, you’re welcome to soil yourself right here, but I can’t imagine it would be very dignified. Besides, if you don’t want your horn to be harvested, it would be wise for you to be human. Really, I’m just trying to make things easier for you.”
She growled and lowered her head again. I sensed she wasn’t going to budge and turned for the door. The hybrid was bound and locked up in the cage—I’d secured it with a small padlock—so, confident that she wouldn’t escape, I closed the door and went back upstairs for a change of clothes.
In the dinette, I nearly slipped on the trail of muck she’d left behind. Only then did I realize how unnerving it was, how quiet and lonesome the manor had become since we’d left it to hide in the m
