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   Chapter 28 Before Stars Of A Higher Rarity

The Silverskin By Rian Torr Characters: 5445

Updated: 2018-03-07 15:18


A bluish haze hung in drapes over the Forest. That younger seven hesitated.

He rubbed his eyes—but the girl was still there. She was somehow beautiful.

He did not recall a body of water here before—and he was now amazed by the witness of it—and of Her. He gulped.

Her silver skin rippled and surged in maelstroms. She was like living lightning.

A silver bow of light arched over the clearing―falling in undulating reflections upon sparkling pool. It was mesmerizing.

The girl's green eyes shone two cones of light wherever She looked—as if She were glowing bright from inside out.

Black fangs peeked out from over black lips. Black horns protruded up from under a mess of dark locks. She was hot.

She waded across the silver water toward a rock in the middle of the pond—casting magical ripples out around Her.

The boughs of willows along the banks bent and bowed toward Her in deference as She moved between them.

He had finally found Her: the long-fabled Lady Faye of French's Forest; the Silverskin in shining flesh. She existed.

She climbed upon the rock―lounged back on Her elbows—and began singing a mellifluous melody. She spread her legs.

She sounded as if angels were caged behind Her ribs―yet Her lips never moved to produce a note. It was so very surreal.

As Her legend went, She could sing so softly that a thousand feathers would fall from out of clear skies―or wail so long leaves would fall down fast from the trees.

She could warble so sweetly as to attract every kind of bird to perch in Her hair―or croak so grossly, that a thousand black frogs would fall dead from th

You can see Me everyday, with your eyes—with your own two eyes.'

She reached out and closed his lids―then kissed him long and deeply—and when he felt Her finally break away, he opened his eyes again. She was gone.

From that day forward, he became Her tortured plaything. She delighted in building him up then burying him. She reveled in romancing him into ridicule.

She loved to seduce him, only so as to deepen his torment. He came to crave Her attentive side―while simultaneously seizing up over Her sadistic tendencies.

At first, he could tell no one about Her—since he still had no real proof that Sheeven existed—let alone that She loved him and she had put a trance on his heart.

But over time, the more determined that She became to own his soul―She started to show more of Herself around French's Forest—and so it eventually became undeniable to all that the Silverskin did indeed live. She ruled.

So Seven became somewhat of a legend around town, for he could always tell when She was about to reveal Herself. But it unnerved people that he knew Her.

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