“Mr. Perrault, what the hell is going on?” I demanded, keeping a wary eye on the man who’d apparently come to life before my eyes. But what I’d seen – what I thought I’d seen – it was impossible.
“A moment, demoiselle, if you please,” Perrault muttered.
I realized he’d come prepared for this eventuality. He’d wrapped the stranger – the n***d man, the statue… what was he? – in a blanket.
wasJudging by his broad shoulders and well-developed biceps he was definitely a human male, but a few minutes ago he’d been something else entirely.
Emma had no such qualms and hovered worriedly at the new arrival’s side, wringing her hands and watching while Perrault spoke to him in rapid French.
I watched the man pull the blanket more securely around his n***d body. The terror in his eyes was tangibl
