Now that the hood had been lowered, Danielle could see the woman’s face. Her breath hitched and she immediately wished she had never seen it.
The woman underneath wasn’t ugly. In fact, she was far from it. She was the kind of beautiful you ran from. The kind that smiled as it offered you tea laced with poison. Beautiful, yes. But like a trap you’d be stupid to admire.
Her features were sharp and elegant. Her skin was smooth but pale in a way that felt wrong under the forest light. Her hair, long and jet-black, flowed down her shoulders in waves that caught every stray beam of sun like silk thread. She had the kind of face that just didn’t look real. Almost like it had been sketched out by someone who couldn’t decide if they were drawing a queen or a corpse.
She didn’t look old. Not in t
