Anne let out a sigh of disappointment, and I noticed the snakes that made up her hair started to move. They fell out of their bun, but I knew the human couldn’t make that out. I took a small step back. I had been alive long enough to know not to get in the way of Medusa’s granddaughter. Anne was a sweetheart, but she’d also had a few ‘accidents’ with a couple of monstrous ex-employees. I wasn’t looking to find an early grave.
