He was looking at an altogether gorgeous creature of some kind, if you ignored the baking scarlet glow.
“Did you just say ‘welcome’?” he whispered.
“Of course I did,” Marlene whispered right back. “What did your mamma teach you say when you meet someone new? Especially a trans-dimensional liaison?”
Andre drew breath to speak louder and defend his own Proper Southern Boy manners, not to mention his mamma’s well-deserved reputation and honor.
Never mind that he proceeded to lose his considerable grasp of the English language as the shape formed a creepily narrow version of a head and aimed a pair of glowing eyes toward them.
Eyes that glittered electric green and whirled in every direction, with no reason or rhyme he could detect.
It was probably a blessing all around that whatever the
