A Mile From Gehanna's Gateway
It feels to me like he is more scared of what Master Xaulfur will do to him if he does not bow at the woman’s words.
“You do not look the Master in the eye, girl. Do you have a death wish?” She barks at me, and I automatically find myself bowing with Sir Jack as she rises to her feet.
When she paces her way toward us, I see just how graceful she looks in her lengthy, shimmering white dress, her dark dreadlocks held neatly behind her head. She has a skin like mine, which tells me she is of Mother Africa’s blood.
“Is she the reaper?” she asks Sir Jack, though her eyes never leave mine. She stands less than a foot below me… very close to me, forcing my eyes down even as my forehead knocks again
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