The Last Light (The Wandering Inn, #5)

by Pirateaba

There was emotion in the undead woman’s eyes. Hatred. Or—no, hatred was too strong somehow. It was more like disdain, the same look Ryoka had given the insect that crawled on her toothbrush yesterday morning. “You have taken us a long time to track down. A very long time, Ryoka Griffin. For that you will pay.” “Not too long. We’d have found her far sooner if you didn’t keep getting us lost.” The echoing, hollow voice that was somehow feminine came from the black skeleton. Ijvani. Ryoka saw Venitra’s eyes narrow and she glanced at her companion with irritation. “That was not my fault.’” “Was too.” “We found her. That is all that matters.” “Is that why you lied to our master yesterday?” “Be silent, Ijvani.” The dialogue between the two undead would have been hilarious if Ryoka weren’t so terrified. They spoke like—like bickering kids, or like two comedians doing a bad routine. She held her breath as Venitra turned back to her. The lips carved of bone moved like they were real.

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