Gaping at the other woman, Desa blinked several times and then gave her head a shake. “Adele…What did you do?” She was fairly certain that she knew the answer, but a part of her still clung to hope.
Adele twirled on the spot, the skirt of her gown flaring, and then faced Desa with her hands on her hips. “Oh, honey,” she said. “Do I really gotta spell it out for y"all? I do prefer a woman with brains, but if you insist.”
Adele puffed up her chest as she drew in a breath, and when she spoke again, her voice changed. The twangy accent was gone, replaced by a droning chorus. Hundreds of voices all speaking in unison. “Adele is no more. We are one now.”
* * *
And I became obsessed with destroying her.
And I became obsessed with destroying her.
Something lifted Desa off the ground again an
