Chapter 20In an instant, out of the blue haze, there came a torn, throaty hiss, a flash of bright silvery light, fangs and more hissing. Zofia felt as though dropped from a height more than just the few inches she was presently levitating off the chair. Her head bounced against something solid—the wall? The table? She tried to focus on the shiny thing before her, she couldn't bring it in. Giving up, something across the room sharpened into view.
Myron's face. His eyes blazing. Red like hot coals. His mind wasn't touching hers any more. Everything was back to normal. She felt his heated glare, though, and yet it wasn't exactly on her. It was on someone beside, and behind her.
Myron was seated at the table across from her, she slowly realized, along side his mistress of the dark. He looked
