ZINA
Zina's eyes widened in shock as the woman's words hung in the air like a dreaded curse. A cold, calculated glint appeared in the woman's eyes, and Zina knew it then that she had been wrong. This wasn't about Daemon… not entirely. No, this was about her.
Shadow growled by her side, his body tensing as he prepared to attack. To Zina's surprise, the man grinned like a mad man as he raised his fists in the air.
"So I see you've gotten yourself a new Master, Raven," he snarled, almost like a different person. "But then, what would I expect from a dog who bites the hand that feeds her."
Raven?
The woman smiled, her scar twisting into a grotesque grin. But something changed in her eyes as she spoke in a slow, drawn out drawl.
