“Sir, cook would never—”
“No, no, I mean it was probably something that didn’t agree with me.”
Like tuna.
“I know the cook would never make anything bad. He’s a marvelous cook. Besides, if it had been bad food, Shade and Bob would have gotten sick, too. No, I think this is just a bug or something.”
Although, what kind of bug a shifter could catch was beyond me. We were supposed to be heartier than that. Humans got colds. We did not.
I started to wonder if it was something the cook was adding to the food that was resistant to my particular shifter DNA. I wasn’t a panther shifter.
“Conrad, would you ask Shade to come see me?”
“Of course, sir.”
Time seemed to crawl by. I swear I could feel the air moving across my skin at a snail’s pace. I felt as if it was stripping away my energy as it passed over me. When someone knocked on the door, I couldn’t even raise the oomph to care.
I heard the door open and someone walked in.
“Sinclair?”
“Hey.”
The man squatted down in front of me. “Conrad said you wanted to see me?”
“Are we alone?” I couldn’t raise my head to look.
“Yeah.” Shade nodded. “Bob is calling his mom to ask what else he can give you.” Shade grinned. “He’s bound and determined to make you better.”
Good luck with that.
“Is the door closed?”
Shade’s eyebrow rose. “Does it need to be?”
“Please.”
Shade stared at me for a moment as if trying to figure me out, but then he got up and walked out of my line of sight. I heard the door close and then Shade was back.
“What’s this all about, Sinclair?”
I wasn’t sure how much to tell Shade without getting my throat ripped out. There were a very few number of people who knew what type of shifter I actually was.
I liked it that way.
“Is there anything in a panther shifter’s diet that could be detrimental to another shifter species?”
“Not that I know of, why?”
“Neither you or Bob got sick.”
“You’re thinking food poisoning?”
God, I so wanted to shrug, but movement of any kind was not in my best interest. “I’m going down the list of possibilities right now.”
“Neither Bob or I got sick from last night’s dinner.”
“I know, which was why I was wondering if there was something the cook could have put in it that was aimed toward panthers, but toxic to other types of shifters.”
