It was that of a woman, with slithering bleak eyes, a long pointed nose that looked too sharp, a scarred right chin, a beak for mouth, and arms that were half human and half claws. Same with the legs. She had long silver hair that reached her waist as she laid on a bloodied bed.
“She booked me for the night,” Mav went on, looking at me swiftly before turning away. Yet, I couldn't help the sharp pain, the constant prickle of something stabbing at my chest. I didn't like this. I can't be jealous. I shouldn't be. “I met her as a human, and she was beautiful. Calm. And had a serene voice. However, considering it was just an undercover job and I never, I mean, NEVER engage in the act once I figured out if the woman is or is not being watched, I knock them out and wipe away their memories. With
