Chapter 115: Lady Grivessa of the Split-Marsh Who Thinks She Has What It Takes To Challenge Zorathys
Elyn's POV
I turned slowly toward the voice.
And immediately wondered if the universe was playing a trick on me, or perhaps the demon realm itself was messing with me.
The demon who had spoken rudely was—by every cruel metric I now apparently qualified for—worse than me. Or maybe she only looked worse because I finally knew what I must look like to everyone else.
Her head was elongated like mine, stretched unnaturally backward, but unlike mine, it forked near the crown—two skulls fused together, not fully separate, sharing a single thick neck that pulsed faintly. One face looked forward. The other tilted slightly to the side, its eye blinking out of sync with the first. Both sets of eyes were glossy and dark, like wet stones.
Her arms were far too long.
