Raven's Watch what a grand and intoxicating innocence

Her eyes found him again, curious now. Anathema fixed that unsettling stare of hers upon his face — eyes as big as twin moons, unblinking, intense but distant like the sheen of glass in the seconds before black waters shatter through. She took in a breath.

Then you know what I am.

Behind her unwavering gaze lurked the question she would not voice, not ever. But maybe he held the answer. Maybe she would finally hear the words.

Anathema to what?