Chapter 121: Victoria and Selith
At the same time, somewhere in the West…
The air beneath the house was thick with incense and the metallic tang of something older...older than the stones that held the chamber together, older than the very language the runes along the walls were carved in. The torches flickered as if bowing to the arrival of the woman in black and gold. Her bare feet pressed against the cold earth, yet she walked with the grace of a queen.
The hunched woman by the altar table turned at the soft jingle of gold bangles. Her cracked lips parted into a crooked smile, blackened teeth glinting faintly in the low light. She bent low, her voice rasping through the chamber like a serpent's hiss.
"Welcome, Luna."
The word Luna rolled off her tongue as if it were both praise and mockery.
Victoria's pale blue eyes swept across the cave with languid disdain. "Enough of that," she said, her tone sharp and silken. "How goes the process, Selith?"