“Would you hold this for me,” she asked Bree, handing her the amulet.
She felt nothing. She wasn’t changing form; the energy field that altered photons around her now dissipated. Her legs vanished and in their place were the limbs of a thoroughbred. The area behind her, clear only moments ago, was now filled with the hindquarters of a horse that was bigger than a pony but smaller than a police horse. Cat froze. Seth’s cigarette dropped, his mouth agape. Bree was smiling.
“I told you she was a horse-lady.”