CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Elaine Millet smirked at Eva. Throwing her hood back, she cast her eyes over the assembled group. Small in stature, her red hair flowed unbound down her back, decorated with small bones like the headdress of a tribal queen.
Disbelief vied with rage for mastery within Eva, the battle completely even and ultimately impotent since she could do nothing. The memory of the woman in front of her standing on the other side of the Orpheus portal, Nina in her arms, surfaced. But this time there was no baby.
“What have you done with my…”
Elaine pointed, and the demon holding her shifted its grip so both of her hands were now bound by one clawed paw, two fingers of the other pressed across her lower jaw inside her mouth.
“If she speaks again without permission, you can snap her
