The Second Claw stepped through the pale curtain.
The loose robe had not fallen from her body when she rose. It had simply settled around her, its dark fabric hanging from one shoulder and crossing her chest in a careless fold. A narrow sash held it at her waist, but the garment had been tied so loosely that most of one thigh, the curve of her hip, and the upper line of her breasts remained visible.
She was the sort of demoness most males would notice before remembering to breathe.
Her skin was a deep, smooth red that appeared almost wine-dark beneath the crimson lamps. Long black hair fell in heavy waves to the middle of her back, framing a face with soft lips, high cheekbones, and half-lidded golden eyes that made even her bored expressions seem inviting.
Two polished horns rose from her temples and curved slightly outward before sweeping back. They were longer than Sava's, with faint gold rings circling their bases.
