Echoes Of The Broken Vow, Her Ultimate Ascent
Beside me, I believe Cassius has stopped breathing.
"Please . . . don't," I say, in a voice that sounds like sheets of dry paper rubbing against one another.
Even Cassius seems startled by the strange voice I just invented on the spot. Berry suddenly freezes, then he colors slightly.
"My apologies, Ms . . ."
"Nicki," I reply in that obscure voice. "Nicki Barnes."
How I'm managing to pull off this voice beats me, but I love it. It is an octave lower than my natural tone. It is dry, raspy, and it carries an authority that demands space. The Ghost Architect’s voice. Haha.