Bride of the Beasts
As if he had been standing there all along, waiting for the exact moment my eyes would open.
My breath faltered, and then I saw...horns. Massive and curved, like a bull’s, rising from his head and cutting a terrifying silhouette against the cave’s dim light.
“You’re…” My voice trembled, barely forming the words. “A minotaur.”
His expression didn’t change. If anything, there was a flicker of impatience beneath the stillness, like a predator tired of waiting for prey to understand its fate.
I scrambled backward, palms slipping against damp stone. “Don’t—don’t come closer,” I whispered, but he stepped forward anyway, slow and deliberate, his shadow swallowing the space between us.
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