Chapter 3
Manfred went downstairs and made sure everything was turned off, closed up, and locked as it should be. The earlier storm, which had surprised him a bit, had blown off into the distance to bother some other city. Now the rain outside was light, the breeze still.
He walked back upstairs, not needing any light to find his way. His feline vision worked well for darkness. Though the storm had clearly bothered Conrad, Manfred was grateful for it—it seemed to have broken the curse.
At the top of the stairs he turned toward the hallway bathroom and flicked on the light. He wrinkled his nose at the sight of the litter box Con had purchased for him. Now that he could shift again that little box would be history. Turning off the light, he went back to Con’s bedroom. The man was sound as
