Dust turned to look at Josie. He hadn’t understood what was going on. He’d felt strange earlier. There was a feeling of growing restlessness and impending danger. When Josie had asked him about how he was changing, if he felt anything, it had taken a few minutes for him to realize that he was feeling something, but it wasn’t really him – it was her, the devil dog, that he was feeling.
Nausea threatened to choke him when he remembered the brief connection he’d had with her a few minutes ago. The creature wasn’t aware of his presence. He was fairly sure of that. She had been too involved in what she was doing.
“She’s changing,” Dust murmured, staring at his reflection in the window. “She’s different than she was before.”
“What do you mean different?” Sammy asked in a worried voice.
“She
