Chapter 20Frye bowed before the terrible shape in front of him. The descriptions, the drawings, didn’t do Magana justice. She was the stuff of nightmares, sharp teeth, scaled body, and eyes that gleamed in the soft light. Yet, her voice was soft as snowflakes, and when she bade him to rise, her warmth enveloped him.
“How are you here, child?” she asked, slithering forward.
“A trial by fire, my goddess. I challenged Sabriea, and she conceded.”
The goddess teeth glistened dangerously as she smiled. “Then where is she? I do want the honor of ridding her of magic myself.”
“It is up to Markle. They allowed me in, but I knew she would think of a reason not to join. Markle’s task is to force her here.”
“And if he can’t?”
“He will.” Despite the awe he felt for her right now, the bitter sting
