Chapter 7
“Yes,” she said, barely able to breathe the words above a whisper. “We have a lot to talk about. What the hell is going on here?”
“More than you can know,” he said. “Please, sit.”
She didn’t want to. She had every intention of standing on her own two feet and meeting whatever story or explanation he was going to spin for her in the face. Instead, she found herself almost falling into a padded leather chair and staring up at him as he smiled patiently.
“Stop smiling at me like a jackass,” she snapped at him, her voice hoarse. “Tell me what just happened.”
“Well, that might be hard to explain. First, tell me what you saw.”
“What I saw? Damn it, Garnett, I just saw a man turn into a rat, or the other way around, or however the hell it works.” A horrible thought occurred to h
