Startled, the web in her palm splinters, shatters, focus lost completely as old fears and old guilt spin out in the morning air like so much blood from a wound.
"How did you-" Demon, she thinks, but he is not tempting her, taunting her. Not promising anything.
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"How did you-" Demon, she thinks, but he is not tempting her, taunting her. Not promising anything.