THIRTEEN
ANNABEL
The sky was dark when we left the stone dragon’s maw.
I got to walk down the mountain myself, thanks to Verdandi. After she brought me back upstairs to the two waiting—and pretty peeved—gods, she handed all of us clothes. Even Saga, who was the only one who’d managed the trip through time and space somewhat dressed to begin with, pulled on the thick leather gear she provided. Apparently the denizens of this land weren’t familiar with Earth’s high-tech fabric and fashion.
I, however, would have given a lot for a parka and jeans. The outfit Verdandi presented me with was made from soft black leather decorated with feathers cascading down over the shoulders. It clung to my body like a second skin, and made me look like some avian version of Cat Woman.
Crow Woman. Not par
