Freaky Friday - Lucie/Rose

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Something wasn’t right. She couldn’t have said what it was. But she knew that something just was not right.

She had felt some sort of touch go through her system but had thought little of it as she had been so busy with work.

It was only when she had gone through to the kitchen to wash her hands that she realised that something was very far from being right.

These weren’t her hands. This wasn’t her skin. Or her body. She never walked like that. And what in the hells was she wearing? She wouldn’t be seen dead in these clothes. And the wash of feelings and empathy colouring her system was obscene. She wanted to sing and dance and hug people and …

Rose. It had to be Rose’s fault. No way in hell did she ever feel like running around being all happy and singing and want to dance around with an invisible partner holding her to his heart. Or ever want to hug people.

Oh good gods. Someone had put something in her food or drink. She would have to chemically test everything she ate or drank from now on to ensure she had not been poisoned. And where would she get the relevant equipment from? And, more importantly, where could she hide it from her enemies?

Just who had done this to her? Her thoughts flew to likely candidates and settled on the most likely.

Lucan. He was determined to catch her out and prove that she was still a monster in disguise. It had to be his doing, via Rose. Yes. That was it.

Rose was in collusion with Lucan to destroy her.

A look in the mirror confirmed her worst fears.

Hurrying through to the main bar she confronted her nemesis. In her body. Was she really so pale? Did her skin actually catch the light that way?

“What have you done?” she asked the other.

It was beyond unsettling to hear her own voice say a muted “Sorry.”