“And this is a true masterpiece by this artist. It reflects the …”
Larissa droned out the words of the tour guide. Humans—clueless, the lot of them. Did they not know a virgin sacrifice when they saw it?
The guide had got one thing right, at least. The artist had caught the moment of her death perfectly. Looking at it, she could almost feel the pain of her body being torn apart by the curse, could hear the ravens’ agitated squawks, as they hovered to feast off her remains.
Cold fury raced through her veins. She would have revenge.
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