She straightened. "What are you asking about?" she asked, forcing courage into her voice. The words felt thin.
Lenox didn't bother to reply. His tolerance was meant only for one woman — his wife. As for others, pardon him. Mercy was a currency he had stopped spending.
The air around him rippled. Then his body changed and twisted into different creatures, bones cracking and reshaping under skin. Claws lengthened. Spines pushed through his back. He didn't bother hiding it, for he knew Deena knew his secret. What the world usually called "powers" or "ability." That was why he'd used it on her so recklessly in the first place.
Deena stepped back, fear etched on her face. Her hand flew to her mouth to stop herself from screaming. She wished she could shout for help, but she knew better.
Her knees weakened. The marble floor felt cold through her thin shoes. But she forced herself to stand still.
