The bone crunched between her teeth with a sound that made two of the Dominion Warriors stationed near the entrance visibly gag.
Barbatos didn't notice, or more accurately, she didn't care. She sat in a carved stone chair inside a marbled dwelling near the corner of the citadel, one leg draped over the armrest, her head tilted back as she chewed. The table before her held what had once been a human. It wasn't anymore. It had been opened and arranged with the casual precision of someone who had done this thousands of times and had long since stopped thinking of it as anything other than a meal.
She licked her lips, tongue too long and too dark, and tossed the bone aside.
