Ankyra Sound the end declared from the beginning

her concentration was broken by the approach of the ash-grey male who moved with a feline power along the beach; he was male, yes, but quietly fascinating: a grown man in the youthful body of a younger sort. "we have not," the jezebel murmured softly, turning toward his confidence. "i be erzulie. i come up from de sout' wid yo' muddah and her ot'er children." and rosalyn, of course, but some twinge in her heart beat back the name.
presently, despite her hunger, she paused to scent the air for drageda; the patrols annoyed her, but it would do no harm to stay upon alert. let them come, however — caiaphas' claim only grew stronger by the day.