Chapter 27

“How do changelings speak?” Noah sat on the solid rock, a solemn look on his facedirected at Vanessa.

She was curled up next to the pup who had, without preamble, fallen asleep on them. Noah knew to question only when the creature was not in distress. But he was losing patiencequicker than Vanessa could ask quesions. And she asked a lot of questions. And she was sitting on her knees, legs folded beneath, an eager smile on her face.

What would she do if he kissed her right now?

“Would someone come looking for him?” Vanessa triedhard not to stare at him. His barefeet elongated up to calf muscles that’d put an athlete to shame. His ripped jens landed on his knees, and the way the sat emphasized his long muscular thighs. She peered at his face finding it hard to not look at his lips and the stubble that had grown prominently in the last twenty four hours. She dug her nails in her palms.

Noah would have indulged in small talk or a lesson on changelings had he not seen the way she loo