My hand was warm, the skin itching like something was trying to claw its way through. I flexed my fingers, trying to relieve the annoyance. It didn’t abate. Instead, I reached for the blade at my back.
He’d been…huge. Yeah, I know, that’s what she said. But that really wasn’t the time for jokes. He was large and thick, his breathing pushing away the closest tables he hadn’t crushed during his change. If I hadn’t watched it happen, I wouldn’t have even known it was him.