Chapter Eleven
I shook my head, wanting to disbelieve, knowing the only way I could handle this was to deny what Persephone and Paul had just told me. “That’s not possible,” I said, my tone flat.
“We were there,” Paul stated, looking grim. He glanced over at Grayson, who had watched our exchange with an expression of complete bewilderment on his face. “We saw them. We know what they look like.”
“Oh, come on,” I protested. “He’s as human as you and I are.”
“No, he’s not.” Persephone continued to stare at Grayson, glassy-eyed, rather like a small desert rodent mesmerized by a snake. “He may look like it, but he’s really not.”
For the first time Grayson spoke. “What are you saying? That I’m…what? Some sort of science experiment?”
“You could put it that way,” Paul replied. He, too, was w
