Mason POV
Before we even reached the bottom of the stairs, I could hear all the voices. I tried to block them out but had difficulty. I could hear everyone’s thoughts clearly, even Heather’s, though she was more worried about entering the dining room and scaring everyone with our new size, and I could understand that we were large. Then, when we entered the dining hall and the verbal voices stopped, the mental ones continued and some were damn right rude. Heather giggled at me and then helped put the voices out of my mind. She must hear them like I do, so glad she understands what is happening. Because I surely don’t.
Heather tried to make up a plate of food for us, but the portions were way too small, so I had to take over, by grabbing a platter and jugs and using them like normal peopl
