Claire took a deep breath. Ending up n***d should be the last thing she was worried about. The bigger concern should be the men who’d grabbed them and planned to use her to keep Roy in line. How had she changed form? She thought over it. Shrinking away from Roy. She took another deep breath, feeling her whiskers quiver. The sensation distracted her for a moment before she forced herself to focus. Staring up at the keys, she reached for them, stretching out her little arm that was nowhere near long enough. She remembered reaching for the caged Pliethin earlier, stretching her arms through the bars, the pain of her bruises and the gash in her hand. She could feel them, but they didn’t seem as bad as they’d been earlier, like they’d begun to heal. She stretched a little harder and the door ha
