Chapter 18

“That’s not funny,” I said, following Marueen into the warm, spicy scent of cinnamon and cider.

"But it is. Last I saw you, you were running scared and looking like a drowned rat. Oh, don’t be mad. If anyone understands, it’s me. You should have seen my face the first time Wallace sprouted a tail.” She lifted a lid on the stove and a cloud of steam let more delicious scent into the air. She stirred the cider. “Of course, there has to be an explanation. Something seismic?"

I’d spent too long...