Chapter Nine
I almost expect her to add, “Search your feelings, you know it to be true.”
Of course, I was already pretty sure she’s my mother, but hearing her admit it dispels what little doubt I still had—and makes my head spin at the same time because it doesn’t explain what’s happening at all.
Not even a little bit.
I force my brain to function. “What are you doing here? Who is he?” I gesture at her blind companion.
“I’m saving your life, of course,” Lilith says. “According to my sources”—she glances at Michel—“you’re on your way to face a group of chorts by yourself. They’re nasty creatures—and extremely dangerous. Even to someone as powerful as I am.”
Did she just say “chorts?” As in, the plural of “chort”—a demon-like creature from Russian folklore?
To this day, Russians curse
