She was uninvolved, an innocent bystander, but it hadn’t mattered to the creature who’d entered the apartment. Large black horns and the hindquarters of a goat, it was draped in chains and carried a heavy-looking woven basket, and had produced a hand-tie of branches. It was there to punish Juliette, but Dara had been collateral damage, guilty of nothing more than being in the wrong place at the wrong time, but the creature hadn’t cared, only laughed that she ought to be more selective about the company she kept.
