Remi
Nicole was so wrong. Reading all of this about shifting was not bringing me any calm or ease about this. It was all I could do to sit still and keep my eyes on the page while I sat in Calder’s lap. He was reading something from a folder, occasionally leaning forward to kiss the top of my head. I was trying to sit still so he could work but the anxiety was beginning to eat at my insides. Shifting was going to be far worse than coming across the boundary. I tried to focus on just breathing as I thought about every bone in my body breaking to accommodate a new physical form. How were 13-year-olds not afraid of this?
With a sigh, Calder closed the folder he was reading documents from and set it aside. His hands cradled either side of my face and his lips came to mine in a soft, lingerin
