Lyra's POV
Rava grunted with the whole of her face, her extraordinarily long hair, the color of fire, swirling behind her as she walked forward from her unholy crew.
"You thought we wouldn't find you, human," she scoffed. "You must have overestimated yourself. You are nothing. You can never escape from us."
Nexa walked forward, taking a few steps closer to me, her eyes checking me out carefully, roaming every inch of me. On her lips was a low, teasing smile. But I wasn't fooled; she was smiling at me. She was mocking me. The mischievous twinkle in her eyes was all I needed to know.
She stared down at her chocolate ebony skin, seeming to shimmer under the golden radiance of the sun, admiring herself, an appreciative smile stretching her full, symmetrical lips. She spun on her feet to Rava. "Rava, why would Draziel leave me for this human? I am far prettier and better than her. I am powerful. I am a demoness."
