For a moment when Jacklyn woke up she had no idea where she was. Dark images from her dream lingered, much like the smoke things in Pantzer's basement. Her pulse pounded her eardrums in a full adrenaline charged panic. The kind of panic that had made her shift in her sleep and caused no end of trouble.
Then she remembered; she had no idea where she was, only that she'd been told this was a safe place.
For now.
Jacklyn pushed away the unwanted worries about where she'd be next week when she had to leave the place where she'd been staying since she came to San Francisco.
There was a little gap between the drawn curtains. It looked like dawn outside, the grey light before the sunrise. She felt rested. Strange. It could only have been a couple of hours at the most.
She needed to go to the bathroom. That was probably why she'd woken up.
No tea before bedtime.
She was hungry, too.
Jacklyn glanced sideways.
She was alone.
After making an emergency stop in the bathroom, Jacklyn found him the dark kitchen, fiddling with his phone. She spotted an ice pack on the table in front of him in the cool eerie light from the phone. The bruises on his face seemed darker, more brutal. He wore the same dark turtleneck and pants he'd worn when she met him. Lucky him the material dried fast. She was stuck with the towel until further notice.
"How are you doing?" she asked.
"Almost out of battery."
Jacklyn cussed under her breath.
"What?"
"Veronica's phone. It's in the coat. Under water."
"Hungry?"
She nodded.
He pointed to three big boxes on the counter with the A-logo on the side.
Jacklyn stared at him. "How long have I been out?"
"26 hours. Give or take," he said with a shrug. "Have a seat. I'll heat up the chili. Vegan, right?"
She hadn't told him.
"I've had some time on my hands," he muttered. "I've never met anyone like you."
"Vegan isn't exactly a choice. It's one of the side effects for my type of..." She shrugged uncomfortably. This was not her favorite topic.
"Veronica haven't seen you shifting, has she? You let her assume."
Jacklyn crossed her arms over her chest.
Where was he going with this?
The Venetian put the lights on. For a moment it felt like he'd trapped her in an interrogation room. She shielded her eyes.
He turned around, mimicking her stance by crossing his arms over his chest.
Her eyes adjusted.
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Shifting Life
Paranormal[COMPLETE] Magic is all about the rules. You mess up, you fix it. Or pay the price. Not that Jacklyn Morse has a choice. She's a new shape shifter paying the price for saving a notorious thief who is as hot as the supernatural loot he's stolen. To J...
