Seaside Moors Is someone else in me?

"forced?" erzulie inquired lightly. perhaps that explained how hesitant grímnismál appeared to be at all times. not for nothing had she been a prized courtesan; the way to know such things was never to pry. "i learned from a woman named marie. well, de basics, anyway. she always gave me de hardest work," erzulie chuckled in her velveteen voice, glancing out back across the sea before delivering a look of solidarity to the younger she-wolf.