TWENTY
Pursuit
‘How did…you get in here?’ she said, struggling to convey her words due to the throbbing pain caused by her wound.
‘Is it not obvious to you?’ the shaper facetiously replied. ‘Do your eyes not betray my secrets?’
Slowly Krashnar’s true visage revealed itself; Hanarah’s voluptuous clean skin gave way to dark lines, stretched across a grubby drawn face, and her fingernails were now dirty and broken. Hanarah’s lips dried rapidly, and her groomed hair became matted and unkempt. The reformed Freylarkin now stood hunched before her. Krashnar appeared uglier than she remembered, and looked utterly ridiculous dressed in Hanarah’s female attire.
‘Surely by now you are familiar with our power?’
‘You refer to yourself…the plural?’
‘Irrelevant!’ snapped the shaper, suggesting tha
