"Move slowly," a gentle voice offered, a woman's. "I promise you're safe." I forced my eyes open again and searched the glittering, gleaming, and lush surroundings. A woman sat on the foot of the bed, pretty and pale, her gaze milky and absent. In the corner of the room, another figure moved, and this time I hissed, scrambling backwards. My strength faltered at the perfect cushion behind me, a mountain of pillows offering me comfort. But the man, the monster in the corner of the room, was familiar. The basilisk. He'd never touched me, but he'd been there in Birsha's lair—more than once, from
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