The Beast And The Blessed
Joselin was fuming, the black lines on her skin vibrating harshly against the pale background, and her hair picked up as if a fan was blowing on her face.
I could feel the power coming from her, but I was more concerned about the book in my hands. "How the hell do you expect me to read a book in Latin? Is this even Latin?"
The binding was well worn, and I carefully closed the cover as Joselin turned to me, her long snow-white hair resting back in place on her shoulders. "That's not my problem. I have a lot of work to do. I really don't have time to hold your hand. Use one of the computers or a phone to translate it."