Chapter 31: The Longest NightI stared at the girl in the mirror, not certain I recognized her anymore. Epi had been right – demon blood did smell like death. It was a sickly, nauseating smell, a combination of rotting meat and feces, which clung to my skin and coated the back of my throat. I'd scrubbed with strawberry shower gel until I was sure the odor was gone then washed my hair three times, ensuring the sticky black gunk had been completely eradicated.
I studied my reflection. Many of the sigils had disappeared completely and those that were left had faded from brilliant indigo to the palest shade of blue. The scar from the Valafar's claws had grown fainter between stepping into the shower and now, little more than a silvery mark against my fair skin.
There were physical differences
