"So you're the one," the first man said, stepping forward with a heavy, predatory smirk. His voice was gravel and pride, like someone who'd spent too much time feeling important in swamps. "The one they keep whispering about. The so-called goddess who creates strange things."
Isabella blinked, looked him up and down slowly, and made a face like someone just shoved sour goat meat into her nose. "No offense—actually, full offense—but did you crawl here?"
The man's face darkened for a second before the other one next to him spoke up.
The second man chuckled, his grin too wide, teeth uneven like he chewed stones for breakfast. "Well, she is beautiful. Too beautiful, in fact. Too perfect, isn't she? I can't wait to claim her."
Isabella's soul left her body for half a second.
