They both knew it was only a ten-minute walk from the apartment to Fantasies. Damien usually enjoyed the exercise. Elena struggled to hold back panic. Ever since she had seen a man she had trusted change into something else, her world had been shaky. If men could become beasts…shuddering, she pushed away the thought. If she kept worrying about it, soon she had be scrutinizing everyone, looking for signs that they were like Charles Watkins. “I am worried.” Elena bit her lip. “This is so not like him. Damien reliable.” “Damien weird. And now, he is disappeared,” Joy repeated. “Ever since you fired Dr. Watkins, all the employees have been restless.” “Restless?” This was the first she had heard about that. “What do you mean?” Joy shrugged. “Unsettled. Uneasy. I have even heard them mention something about discrimination.” Discrimination? Elena nearly snorted. As if one could discriminate against a monster! Of course, her sister did not know about Watkins. Elena had not told anyone what she had seen. If she had, the men in white coats would be coming for her with a straitjacket. “I did not fire him.