Baez’s Point of View
I was watching our souvenir thrash about in the VIP torture suite, this particular cell was designed for tricky bastards like him. It had four locked doors to get through that only I could unlock, I was taking every precaution with the Dullahan. I learned a long time ago not to underestimate them but even knowing that I didn’t realize they were back until they were practically in my face.
“Forgive me for stating the obvious but he’s an ugly sonofabitch” Stacia said when he joined me.
“You noticed huh?”
“It’s hard not to. They’re hideous” Stacia looked repulsed; I was.
“They certainly are. A lot of us believed that was the driving force behind them being masters at shifting. They were shunned in their natural state, even then.”
“Do you think that’s what made t
