Nefretiri
For the second time in my life, I sat in a chair to have my hair ceremonially brushed and braided.
The first time was when Maggie and Sarah braided my hair into hundreds of long braids and cut them for Liam. I still remember how I sensed the older basilisk's power and how it had felt ancient and suffocating. It was more than my human body could handle, and that had only been a part of him. How bad would it have been if I'd been in his physical presence when they'd done it? Would it be like that this time?
Suddenly, one of the messages Maggie sent me today made sense.
