Chapter 30. First Choice

Wren POV

I stared at him.

Then I signed one word, very large, very slow, so there could be no mistake.

EXCUSE ME?

For a second he just looked confused. Then he saw my face, and understanding hit him, and the tips of his ears went red.

"No. God. Not—" He held up both hands. "Clothes don't change with you. They rip. Shoes, jeans, all of it. You'd walk home in shreds." He pointed at the folded pile on the rock. "So you take them off first. Behind the trees. You leave them there. When you come back, these are clean. That's all."

I kept glaring.

"I'll be over there." He pointed to the far side of the meadow, fifty yards away. "Back turned. The whole time. I won't look. I'll talk you through it, you'll hear me fine from there. You'll hear me from a mile, honestly." He paused. "And if you change your mind at any point, any point, you just co