Ankyra Sound holding on to the devil i know

to loko’s surprise, the cliff swarmed with wolves. first to arrive was meerkat — her positioning alongside him an unspoken contract of protection. he was about to buoy her words with his own version of victimtude, when erzulie strode quick to the scene. it was her arrival that put some sense in the boy. her gaze communicated all he needed to know: he was in even deeper shit than fury.

loko’s eyes widened to learn this unhinged woman was a potential murderer. and yet, the ethereal silhouette commanded her like a puppet.

it was not beyond loko’s threadbare maturity to send goading sneers fury’s way. the silhouette he respected for the sheer fact her existence was the only reason mireille stood safe but wide-eyed besides him — but if she harbored fury, she was not to be trusted. loko kept his mouth shut, feeling the heat of erzulie’s words scald the air between them all.