48. Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter 48
T he wayfarer blended into the shadows as he lost himself in the darkness’s caress. He had shed his skin for the last time. Idris had ceased to exist centuries before. He no longer had to pretend to be something he had never been.
It is time.
She slithered into his mind, invading all his thoughts. It was the voice of a long-lost lover, intoxicating but edged with the promise of pain.
An invisible hand caressed his face; talons pierced his skin. He licked his lips, tasting blood.
The O’hurani desires retribution.
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