Fourteen
Gray
“Rayanne! Are you hurt?”
Deirdre Olivante was waiting for me outside the chamber, concern deepening the lines between her eyebrows. In the sudden bright light of the hallway chandeliers, she looked even older than I’d originally thought, but her eyes were sharp and clear, the exact shape and shade as mine. It seemed I’d also inherited her cheekbones.
There was no denying our resemblance.
Wow. I have a grandmother.
“I… I’m fine,” I said as the door shut behind me, blissfully separating me from the sleazy demon inside. Unfortunately, the moment the door sealed, the hellhounds reappeared at my sides, glaring at me with their mean red eyes as if they were daring me to try something.
I was too tired to be shocked, but their presence was as unsettling as ever.
“They do that
