Mirtis - Shapeshifting

“You aren’t five years old,” I said.

She smirked.

I hadn’t had a hint that she wasn’t who she’d claimed to be, and I should have. The only way that would happen was if she’d somehow Mastered me into believing something that wasn’t real, or she had a power that could spoof mine. There was only one person I knew of in the city who was likely to fit that description.

“Gabe?”

Her smile widened.

I hadn’t even detected a hint of glamour.

“I picked up a shapeshifter from out of town since the last time we met; he was a scout for the Teeth. Nasty bit of work.”

It was strange, hearing Gabe’s speech patterns coming from the mouth of a young girl. It was disconcerting to see him pretending to read my mind. Or maybe he was actually able to read my mind, given that telepathy seemed to be a thing among the evolved humans.

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