As she turned around, a spark fell through his body, time seeming to stand still as he watched her. Life was suddenly running in slow motion; there she was, in the emerald green, back only slightly bare enough to reveal what looked like a tattoo on both her left and her right shoulder blade. And another that was partially covered by her long intricately braided mane, below the nape of her neck.
Her head only slightly turned to reveal those same almost pearlescent bright blue eyes before she turned around completely. She looked exactly the same as he’d seen her at the ball-the only difference being the scar on her eye. There was an immense difference and yet, in a sense, she was the same.
“You’re dead.” He said. “How-”
Kazmiyah, who seemed not to acknowledge his presence
