Chapter Thirty-Five
He knew She wasn’t dead, but he’d thought She was gone at least, driven away. He thought he was safe. But he recognized the traveler in the road, the tattered cloak and storm of black hair, and the thing connecting them. He raised his hand to the marks at his throat.
She sensed him there and whirled to face him, baring Her teeth in an animal snarl. He recoiled, heart hammering in his ears, but he already knew he could never outrun Her, so he didn’t try. And Her cheeks were streaked with blood. It welled in Her unbalanced eyes like tears. The devil wept. He pitied Her.
When She surged toward him, he welcomed Her with open arms. She seized him by the collar and recoiled when the cross he wore burned Her. He slid the symbol beneath his robe, and She watched him with mis
