Belladonna

Though his weren’t quite so large.” “Riding was a passion the two masters shared.” Sylas crossed to the horse toying with Signa and pressed a flat hand upon its snout. Signa heaved as bile burned her throat, shutting her eyes against the shadows that swarmed in and cast strange hallucinations. Signa did not remember ever meeting a lord before. Death, who’d been crouched at his bedside all the while, still and waiting, finally nodded once and then was gone.