What the hell was he talking about? I was at the door, ready to leave, clutching the sheet around my body, and now I stood frozen at the threshold.
“What are you talking about? What do you mean my father promised me to some guy? And what’s a Koschei?”
“Not a Koschei, the Koschei. There’s only one, and he’s immortal. There are many legends about him. They call him the kidnapper of heroes’ wives. There are countless stories, but we thought they were just that—stories. Some say he’s a living skeleton roaming around hunting wives, others claim he’s a bearded old man who can’t be killed.” Quanah paused and sat in the chair in front of him, running his hands through his disheveled hair. “But when we slept together that night, he woke up. He knew what happened when we broke the curse and came f
