“Oh, but you do, you sweet morsel of a mortal.”
The voice was beautiful, musical, like the deepest wind chimes carved of bone.
Dakshana spun around, bringing her fists up to strike. But there was no one there. Just eyes. A single pair of eyes, golden and bright like the eyes of the giant black cats that roamed the forests. Dakshana wondered if the face that belonged to the eyes was feline or human, hideous - or beautiful.
Just like Chadstone.
“What are you?” Minka demanded.
Laughter like song. “I am everything your mother told you I was - and much more.”
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