Mom made a move before I was able, rushing to Dad's side while I stayed put and stared at the guy who now climbed to his feet, still in awe of his own body.
And with good reason. If he really was Sassafras, or the mortal human version of the demon cat I'd known my whole life, he'd spent the last 150 years or so in the body of a silver Persian. Being back in a two-legged body would be quite a shock.
For all of us.
The skin around his eyes tightened as he slowly approached me, seeming to stumble over his own feet. The color settled to deep brown, almost black. "Syd," he said in my cat's voice, "are you okay?"
I couldn't face it, couldn't deal. Maybe I should have been happy for him. Wasn't this what Sass had wanted forever? But a terrible fear rose inside me, an understanding that for him to be the way he was now meant the possibility of some horrible consequences for my father.
If there could be more horrible consequences than the ones he faced for using blood magic.