Frey Saga Book II: Pieces Of Eight - Plot & Excerpts
But I couldn’t make myself look away. From a perch above, I could see what I knew was Fannie, what only I knew was Fannie, slinking slowly toward a council member. He stood tall, his robe and tassels unruffled, murmuring words I could not understand. I couldn’t decide whether to scream in warning or to root for his demise, for I knew, also, that his death would release me. The panther came into his view and sauntered closer, enjoying itself too much. Then, without warning, it launched forward into the chest of the council member–Magnus White, I now knew. It tore out his throat as they both landed with a thud on the ground behind him, blood spattering down the clean white robe, tassels splayed out on the ground. The cat lingered above him for a few moments, seemingly savoring the sight of the blood flowing from the fatal wound of its prey. Then it turned, slow and deliberate, to look directly at me, its dark muzzle wet with death. Fear overtook me. I couldn’t stop myself from talking when I woke, oblivious at first to my surroundings.
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