They suddenly stood up, and pulled her to her feet. Then the door to the room pushed open and Thanatou came in.
He was just as scary as he had been in the hall.
"I have made a trade with your Gifter," his voice made her skin crawl with fear.
She shouldn't be here.
His words reminded her of Alaris and hatred made her throat hurt, fogged her sight with angry tears.
She heard Thanatou taking in a deep breath.
Maybe they could really smell feelings after all.
Weird.
She hated all of them.
"And now, I shall make a trade with you, for fairness."
Something was off, his words didn't align with the movement of his lips. It looked like he was making clicking sounds, something similar to what she had heard before they had been pulled down here through the red water.
It was strange that they sounded like words to her.
Strange that she could understand them.
There was certainly some magic here doing that work.
