and satiny, but somehow alien and threatening, like the low warning growl of a predator. Her pointed ears twitched like a rabbit sensing danger.
When Thetis opened the door she firmly planted her feet and prepared to resist, but to no avail. Thetis and Nathaniel wrestled her inside.
It was not often that Atalanta was stripped of her confidence, but the creature—the horror—before her made her weak in the knees. She wanted to scream, to run, but her voice and legs would not obey.
The creature sat in a high-backed chair lined in purple velvet. Thick black hair covered his body, sprouting from betw...
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