Sasha yawned, covering her mouth with both hands. Clever girl. Her fangs were still small, but she knew how to hide them. Elizabeth put a very soft cushion for her on the sofa so she could sleep a little before we went back to the hotel.
Meanwhile, Patrick pointed out the stairs that went down toward his shop, and I followed him. Once in the sales room, he guided me through rows of kitchen furniture, bookcases, tables, chairs, beds, desks, and so on until the back room, where his workshop was. The smell of synthetic glue, polyurethane varnish, and wood stains pierced my nose, I suppressed in time the gag that rose up my throat. My gums burned with a savage urge to change form.
When Johanna’s father turned on the lights and I could see, I had already composed myself enough. There were man
