Lullaby (Fable Saga Book 2)
Saskia Snow
I start screaming, but we’re too far from any of the main trails for passersby to hear.
Bea screams back at me – a bloodcurdling, forlorn sound, like a dying animal. I watch helplessly as her skin withers away; her eyes turn dark, blackness blossoming through her irises like two shadowy flowers. The darkness grows, and her eyes sink into hollow ebony pits. Her face splits open further – the skin pulling away to reveal a skeleton grin. She curls back her lips, now grey as ashes, to reveal a set of broken, slime-encrusted brown teeth.
Even her hair is different, suddenly wet and smelling of rank, briny seawater as it writhes around her shoulders like a nest of vipers.
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