The voice calling her name was unfamiliar. She tried to open her eyes and couldn’t. They were heavy, like iron weights. “Come on, honey, you can do it.” A hand, dainty and soft, combed through her hair, fingertips grazing against her small horns. Mirage tried to open her eyes again and failed. It...
“This quickly?” “She was amazingly simple. Much less difficult than her father was.” His voice was perfectly blank, no inflections. Empty. “How many?” “As many as we can. She may have been easily led, but she’s powerful.” “Every one?” Michael could hear the frown in his father’s voice. “We didn’t...
She could feel their eyes on her, their alien gazes studying her with distaste. It made her skin tingle, the sensation like spiders crawling along her skin. Less than ten minutes in Bleavens High, and she already hated it. She held her head high, trying to ignore the blatant hostility. Her mother...