"You reaaaally don't want to come out, huh, Brother?" Her voice floated through the door, lilting and playful, riding atop the low, guttural growling like a silk ribbon draped over a snarling wolf's jaws. "Just to tell me how much I disgust you?"
The voice and the growling intermingled… but they never mixed.
They occupied the same space, came from the same direction, emerged from the same throat, and yet, somehow, they remained separate.
Two entities. Two beings.
The sister who spoke with honeyed sweetness, and the beast that rumbled with hunger beneath her words. He had never heard anything so wrong in his life.
He couldn't, even now, for the life of him, imagine they ever mix together.
"Why do you hate me so much, Brother?"
"Uuhh...!"
Arkai's eyes faltered. That voice—!
It was a small, pained whimper cutting through the sweetness and the terrible growl. It was not Sienna's.
