The door creaked open, sending electric waves crawling down Zephyr’s spine. Air scraped down his lungs, eyes fixed on the woman who walked in behind the man that had left earlier. The click or her heel shoes, the pitch black gown she wore and the way she carried herself twisted something inside him, terrifying. But even worse was the atmosphere that revolved around her.
Zephyr's lungs tightened. Her smell, it was supernatural but nothing like that of a shape shifter. It felt different, like death itself had knitted its way into his house.
Dead coiled in Zephyr’s spine. He fastened his gaze on Glenn. “What is this, who is she?” He stammered. But the man remained quiet.
Zephyr snapped a glance back to the woman, staring at the veil they put over her face. Through the faintly transparent l
