CIRCE
The moment I was close enough, even before the door to the cell was opened, my sister's voice reached me.
"Took you long enough," she called, calmly.
Gone was that childish lisp to her words that I had grown used to, only for me to find out it was all an act.
I crossed the threshold of the dingy little room and faced my Wren.
Her hands were raised and bound by silver chains that ate into her flesh. Yet the psychotic bitch did not even grimace, even as the smell of her corroding flesh saturated the air. Drenched in sweat with a mocking smile curling her lips into a deranged curve, she met my gaze.
And to my utter chagrin, there was no fear in her eyes. "Hello, sister," she muttered, flashing teeth. Ones I would pull out just like I did Althea's.
I tilted my head, trying to conceal the terror warring with my waning self-control. "So it was all a lie? Some elaborate act that you played for years?"
