Chapter Forty-One
I yank out my gun and point it at the creature’s head. “Don’t move or I’ll shoot.”
The thing clearly doesn’t speak English, or if it does, it might not understand what a gun can do.
He reaches for Kit’s neck with a gigantic paw.
I squeeze the trigger.
The gun makes an unusual sound, but nothing else happens.
Despite the hand on her neck, Kit stands up, but she’s no longer herself. She now looks like our attacker, with one important and disturbing detail.
She’s the female of that species.
At least that’s what I assume based on the large breasts.
The leshy’s reaction supports my theory. He falls instantly in lust with Kit.
There’s no mistaking that tree-trunk development.
The gender binary is wonky for the leshys, it seems, because Kit is two standard deviations
