The Sweet Spot
"When you were scratched the other night, you were infected with an antibody that triggered a reaction, a change, in you."
"What type of change? Am I going to die? I feel fine." More than fine, except for the nervousness rolling around in her belly.
"You're going to be fine. I promise. In fact, you're going to be better than ever." He let out a frustrated growl. "I'm going about this all wrong. I'm better at actions than words."
He got off the bed and paced the confines of the room. Even though his words had her nerves dancing, Sage still marveled at his strength and grace.
"I belong to a race of people different from others. Very different."
"Okay?" He didn't look all that different.
"I'm trying to be delicate about this, but it's not working. I'm going to lay it out and you'll just have to believe me. When you got scratched by Alejandro it activated a gene you carry. You now belong to the Felis a Bast and can change into a cat. A puma to be exact."
Sage was glad she wasn't drinking anything or she'd have spit it out all over the beautiful coverlet. "Are you freaking kidding me?"
"Look, I know it sounds nuts, but you have to believe me. I wouldn't lie about something like this."
"Believe you? I barely know you. You're out of your mind. I'm out of here. Where are my clothes?" She scrambled out of the bed and searched the room for her coat or purse or even shoes. She'd walk home if she had to. There was no way she was staying with this escapee from an insane asylum.
Walker let out another frustrated growl. "I can prove it to you. Just wait a second." He yanked his shirt over his head and toed off his shoes. When his hands went to the snap on his jeans, Sage bolted for the door.
When she flung it open, a petite woman stood on the other side holding a mug and a plate of brownies. "Hi, I'm Noelle."
"Get out of my way! He's crazy!" Sage pushed by the woman and headed for what looked like the front door. She'd gotten only a few steps down the hallway when a powerful roar shook the walls.
The sound stopped her in her tracks. A primitive part of her brain urged her to crouch down and cower away. The rest of her wanted to run for her life, but her limbs were frozen. There was a thumping of something heavy padding against the wood floor and then an enormous, black cat slunk out of the room she was just in.
"Really? This is how you explain things, Walker?" Noelle said, placing the mug and plate on a side table and giving the giant cat a pointed look. "No wonder she's running for the hills."
"W-where did that come from? I was just in that room." Sage put her back up against the wall and watched as Noelle placed her hand on a feline head the size of a beach ball.
The cat looked right at Sage and shook its front paw, tossing a watch to the floor. A large, military watch that had just recently been on Walker's wrist.