Paign couldn’t discern the look on her face. Danielle looked startled, even alarmed. “What’s gotten into her, anyway? I haven’t done anything!”
He stooped down and picked up another chunk of stone and hurled it into the dark corner of the chamber. A series of loud crashes followed.
Glancing again at Danielle, Paign saw she was now glaring at him. Her legs dangled from the long, stone altar. Rubble was strewn across the surface and littered the dais encircling it.
Mindlessly, he picked up another chunk and flung it the same way as before. More crashing.
“Oh, oh. Here she comes.”
Indeed, Danielle had hopped off the altar and was coming straight at Paign. She was heedless of the rubble obstructing her way. She should have been careful but, instead, looked crazed. Twice, her legs went askew in an unnatural way, yet she didn’t slow. Her legs should have broken right there!
Paign felt a shudder ripple down his back. He started backing away from the approaching girl and immediately tripped on a large, flat stone broken away from the altar itself. Landing hard on his tailbone, he cried out.
Then she was on him, grabbing him by the collar. Aghast at her strength, Paign was hauled up to his feet. She flared her eyes at him.
Wait a minute! She’s not as tall as I am. He looked down at her feet to confirm she wasn’t standing on a rock. His skin crawled at the sight of talons jutting through her shoes.
She was shaking his shoulders violently and yelling at him. “Stop it…stop it!”
“But I haven’t done anything!” he cried.
An otherworldly wail shocked Paign awake. His mother’s wail.
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