Chapter 39: Sampson Part 1

I don't understand.

Reid's got his arms locked around me like a steel cage, my chest heaving under his inch-proof grip. But I'm imagining it. I must be. There's no way I'm seeing what I am.

The Dofinike's whiskers slowly retract on themselves, zipping up to disappear in the morphing flap of skin covering his face. Dark pine seconds ago, it fades to fleshy tan as his yellow, reptilian eyes retake the friendly robin's egg blue I've grown fond of seeing.

Is it really true?

Is this Dofinike Sampson?

I want to scream. I want to scream it all out. All the lies, all the secrets. A moment ago, a Dofinike was in this room and now, it's only us three.

"Fallon," he tries, stepping toward me, "let me explain."