CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
ELISA
I’ll say this for sure: Ravi has made his retreat comfortable. Delicious food, wonderful smells in every room, and then there’s this bed. I never want to get out of it. I feel warm and safe.
So why did I wake up?
Another knock sounds at my door. Probably my host wondering if I’m okay.
A spiral of anxiety rolls through my stomach. I don’t know if I want to keep going with this. Getting stuck in that other shape was distressing. And what was it? I thought I could choose my shape. Why would I choose something green and scaly?
Wait, I did go back to normal, right?
I stretch, and everything feels normal. My fingers are peach-colored, and my nails are short, just as they should be. I can bend my back.
I rise from the bed and can walk on two feet, so whatever form m
