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‘Em?’ I choked, for seldom have I beheld so unsettling a sight. All seven or eight feet of her was wobbly around the edges and… and dripping. Like slime.
She was smiling, though. I suppose that was something.
‘Uhm,’ said Jay. ‘Zareen? Any ideas?’
‘Oh, because I’m the local authority on troll-slime,’ she muttered.
‘You’re the local authority on weird,’ Jay hissed.
Em still hadn’t said anything. Once she’d finished sliming her way through the wall, she solidified again. Sort of.
I walked over to her, admittedly with some caution. When I prodded her arm, my finger sank in up to the knuckle.
‘Feels like jelly,’ I reported.
‘Methinks this isn’t Em,’ said Jay.
Zareen, her attention caught, began circling the semblance of Emellana Rogan with narrowed eyes. There was something wolf-li
