Jocelynn's heart hammered in her chest as Nyrielle stared deeply into her eyes from inches away, and for perhaps the first time since they'd met, Jocelynn felt truly, deeply afraid of the Harbinger of Death.
In the courtyard, she'd been the most beautiful, most enchanting woman Jocelynn had ever seen. The sight of her was so captivating that it took her breath away. In the corridor and in the gallery, she'd almost been able to think of her as a great lady or queen… Elegant, intelligent, even wise. She'd reminded Jocelynn of her tutors back in Blackwell.
But now, standing just inches away with eyes like the night sky, she no longer felt human. She felt like the embodiment of death, and the longer Jocelynn looked into her eyes, the weaker her knees felt and the more her heart raced.
Run.
Every instinct in her body told her to run from this place, as fast as she could. To escape the predator looming over her and flee as far away as her feet would carry her.
