Book 4 Special Edition (Chapter 4) (Patreon)

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Gate Discovery;

There were no trails to be seen, and no signs of life either. It seemed odd to her that so many houses backed to this forest, but nobody was back there. It seemed like the perfect place for an afternoon stroll. The gate was made of thick bands of iron with decorative spikes at the top beneath a brick arch. The arch wasn't high enough for her to fit through the gap, but if she scaled the gate, she could easily get on top of the wall instead.

[Dana] She put her hands and feet on the gate and started to climb. When she was halfway up, her foot slipped off of one of the bars and she fell backwards, the iron spike at the top she was using as a handhold bending until she slipped. She fell flat on her back, the wind knocked out of her.

Kisa’s Introduction;

Something brushed against her back and she flinched, then spun around. The hallway behind her was empty.

Something touched her again.

Spinning wildly, she caught it out of the corner of her eye. She tumbled around, both hands grabbing for it, and finally managed to catch it just as she rolled onto the floor.

"What the hell are you?" she croaked, holding the furry object in her hands. She had pinned it under her back while falling, and when she pulled on it, she felt painful pressure just above her butt.

I have a tail?!? She let go and stood up, watching the protuberance swish playfully back and forth and barely resisting the urge to grab it

What's wrong with me?

Cecilia’s Prison;

Cecilia's cage was constructed of cold iron with silver accents. Not only were the bars close enough together that she couldn't hope to squeeze through them, but the floor was also made of cold iron. Just the act of walking across the cage would cause her pain, but luckily she had a swing to sit on. It was a simple wooden plank, attached to the ceiling by ropes. Maybe the queen had given it to her to be kind, or maybe as a depressing reminder of her time on Earth at the Radley estate.

Cecilia was slowly growing a soul of her own. She swung back and forth on the swing and closed her eyes, her thoughts on Mike.

"A chiste is a stór," she whispered. "O, my cherished love! Please... stay away."