Welcome back to Six Sentence Sunday. I'm so glad you guys enjoyed your Girl Under Glass birthday gift last week. If you missed it, have a little peek; there's passion to be had. Today, I'm introducing Rachel's enemy, Elder Cyrus. 'Bad guy' really doesn't do him justice. ------- He seized my upper arm with his spidery fingers and yanked me back. “No greeting, Rachel? How inhospitable and unlike you.” Cyrus was thin, almost gaunt, but not weak.
I felt his breath against my cheek, and to avoid his gaze I looked down at the taut muscles of his forearm. Snake-like, they wove over his bones and beneath his flesh, creating hollows that moved with every twist of his wrist. ------
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