I lifted my eyes from the laptop screen and looked at him.
I understood why there were two more trash bags in the bin. Their fur fell out when they turned human—not like in the movies, where it mysteriously disappears. There was nothing “magical” about it, yet it still struck me as astonishing. I hadn’t seen them change; Alexander had taken his son and they’d gone back up to the bathroom, then returned human and dressed, but it was clear to me that the fur filling the two bags was what had been covering them until then. And truth be told, the fact that Andre and his father had shifted into their “public personas,” as they called them, didn’t make me much calmer. Alexander was still very tall, large, rugged-looking, and intimidating in his bearing—powerful. And clearly from somewhere in Ea
