I turn my head toward the door, toward the man who has been silent for too long, and the movement sends another wave of nausea through me as the wolfsbane churns viciously in my system.
“You don’t need to worry about Steven,” I say, my voice low and steady despite the tremor running through me, “you need to worry about Devin.”
Sophia follows my gaze slowly, confusion creasing her brow as she looks at him, and for a heartbeat nothing happens. Devin shifts his weight, uncomfortable, his hands flexing at his sides, and he opens his mouth like he is about to protest.
Then his face changes.
It happens too fast and too smoothly to be human, bone shifting under skin with a wet, sickening sound as his features sharpen and stretch, his eyes darkening until there is nothing left of the man I kne
