Chapter 283: Purple Pockets, Pick Tooths, and the Fox Den That Refused to Be Ordinary
Elyn's POV
The next stall we reached was run by a beast demon.
She was half eagle, half human — well, as human as Zorathys looked, anyway. Her lower half was wrapped in soft, dark feathers that shifted when she moved, blending into a long tail that swept the ground behind her. Her upper half was lean and sharp-featured, with eyes the color of amber and hair that fell in dark waves past her shoulders. Large wings were folded neatly against her back, the feathers at the edges catching the light and shimmering in shades of bronze and gold.
But none of that was what caught my attention.
It was the smell.
Sweet. Warm. Almost floral, but richer somehow, like honey and something else I couldn't name. It curled through the air and wrapped around me before I even reached the stall.
I stepped closer and watched as she worked.
