#Chapter122
Evelyn’s POV
Looking around, I find we are in what appears to be a little studio. The smell of incense hung strong in the air; beaded curtains covered a door leading somewhere. Tie-dyed bedspread and rugs, it is a very artsy looking room.
/"What did you do?/" I ask, wondering how we appeared from thin air from one place to another.
/"We misted, or as you humans like to say, teleported,/" Amara says like it was no big deal. She walks over to a dresser, pulling some clothes out before handing them to me. Taking the shirt off, I quickly pull the track pants on and singlet. Amara watching me the entire time I get changed, making me feel self-conscious.
/"You have lovely breasts,/" she comments, making me feel awkward.
/"Thanks/" I say, looking away from her and her awkward remark. /"Where are we?/"
