I turned. A Fey woman stood in the entrance to the room. She was tall and slender, bloody strands of dark-red hair hanging around a gaunt face. She had the most entrancing eyes, large and downturned, and a striking color of rusty violet. I had never seen this face before… and yet, I knew this person. Suddenly I was very, very afraid. “It’s you,” I whispered. “Reshaye.”
