Chapter Seven – Uninvited Guest
UNABLE TO BELIEVE HER eyes, Carrie turned to her friend. Dave’s face was a picture as he looked from Apate to Carrie and back again. Rogue began to bark.
Apate stood, brushed down her emerald green robes and adjusted the golden clasp at her shoulder. “That landing was a little rough.” Standing more than two metres tall, she made the small kitchen look even tinier.
Carrie was frozen to the floor. “But—but...”
“Carrie...” said Dave slowly, his eyes fixed on Apate’s statuesque figure, “who’s this?”
Rogue had stopped barking. He had dropped to the floor and was glaring at the dandrobian. His low growl rumbled in the silence.
Apate pointed at the dog. “What’s that, Carrie, my dear?” she asked, her voice tremulous.
Getting to her feet, Carrie said, “It’s a
