Nefretiri
He was a wolf but wasn't.
My mind felt foggy, and thinking was almost impossible. Had I just seen Ivan? I thought I had, but that wasn't possible. I was here, wherever I was. Gods, this was all too much for me.
'Sing,' his voice commanded, and I felt it to the core of who I was. She answered with a sound so beautiful I didn't think I'd ever heard anything like it.
You'd probably think he meant singing a song like something off the radio, but that's not what he meant.
As if under his spell, my arms moved the thread that was Ivan's life now in both hands. As Nefretiri, I don't know what I'm doing, but the beast that controls me says I do, so I must. I wish I could explain it better, but I can't. You feel the notes, and every movement plucks the strings of an invisible instrument. I could play it on every instrument in the world and never play it right.
