Every shadow on the hill seemed to flow together, moving like water and filling an invisible container, forming a towering wraith of darkness. Red eyes appeared in the forming head as Rash'alon stared down at me, glowing with pleasure. He had no facial features, but it was obvious he was grinning. A cruel, malicious, very pleased grin.
I stood shocked still, unaware of the blood still trickling down my arm and side. Time stood still. The whole world seemed swallowed up in those eyes, a gateway to endless darkness and pain. Dread gripped my heart, and fear crept into every fiber of my being. I felt no different than the frightened girl who'd sworn her soul to a demon lord in exchange for the life of her friend. Trapped, helpless, and alone. Willing to give everything for even a whisper of warmth.
"So the slave's come out of her cage," he murmured, gliding closer. "How you've grown. I could smell your soul across the continent."
"Stay away from me," I stammered, backing up.
