Chapter 8
“You look lost!” I called, and I smiled when the Vyken visibly jerked at the sound of my voice.
He turned around. His face was narrow with a long thin nose and high nostrils that were flaring—unless this was his permanent expression. I didn’t plan on letting him live long enough to find out.
His mouth opened, revealing a growing set of fangs. “You’re the one that’s lost, Riding Hood. Didn’t your grandmother tell you to stay away from the woods?”
“In the version she told me, it was the girl who slayed the big bad wolf. Cut the dirty beast from muzzle to meat sac.”
I liked how tough I sounded, how powerful it made me feel, but as the Vyken circled around me and I realized how tall he was, I wondered if I’d made a mistake—an awful impulsive move that might have severe consequen
