My heart drummed erratically as a sudden vision—a shapeless horror—swirled in the back of my head. It might have something to do with being called Deathroh’s daughter by the dark witches when they hunted me in the forest. But how could Deathroh even have a daughter? Who could he even mate with?
I had no idea about my origin, but I couldn’t be a child of the god of Death. There was already enough frantic talk about stopping Death from arriving, since he’d be worse than Sues. He wouldn’t just carry Suess torch. He’d finish the job that Sues hadn’t.
Deathroh’s coming would mean the extinction of every life on Earth.
I bet humans and supernaturals had been making preparations. And if anyone heard a whisper and thought I was Deathroh’s daughter—
Just one rumor had made me a target already.
