ZINA
"I must say your sense of feel ever remains astounding," Modrich drawled in a peculiar creepy voice, "even blindfolded, you still know that it's me."
Zina smiled, "While I wouldn't deny the appeal of knowing dirt by smell whenever it moves, surely you're not so stupid to believe that the reason why I know it's you is simply because I am endowed with s wonderful nose."
Even without seeing him, Zina knew that his jaw ticked in that peculiar way it did whenever he was angry—which was almost every time.
She still didn't know how she managed to survive living with the WolfKnight's for almost eighteen years, but if she was realizing something especially after going through the torture of Nirvana under Rose's hands, then it would be that the WolfKnight's were truly horrible people.
"Even when you're defeated, you dare look haughty to me! I must remind you that Daemon NorthSteed is not here to protect you!"
