Juliette
Juliette went rigid.
No.
Absolutely not.
There was a severed head approximately ten feet away. There was a dead body with several missing parts. There was blood on the walls and floors. And more importantly, there was a ten-foot devil between her legs--
The beast licked higher and Juliette's breath stuttered.
The two points of its tongue moved independently as they swept over her skin, one following the wound while the other brushed uninjured flesh beside it. Juliette felt every inch of the wet, long drag.
She felt the heat.
Heat gathering beneath her skin. Heat winding through her stomach. Heat making her breathing turn shallow for reasons that had absolutely nothing to do with terror.
She didn't understand.
She wasn't foolish enough to mistake this creature for harmless. She had watched it kill someone. She could still see and smell the blood.
She should have been trying to escape. She should've run outside and screamed for the sentries.
