Chapter 18

Shock more than anything kept Emma from screaming when something grabbed her. Even when she managed to suck in a lungful of air, she refrained from yelling.

Act cool.

Easier said than done seeing as how the strangest creature stood before her. Shriveled, much like a prune, and yet red, redder than a tomato overripe on a vine, a woman, or at least a female by the looks of it. And, yes, Emma was sure because the sex seemed pretty clear by the four breasts dangling, covered only in the barest scraps of material. The entire ensemble lacked fabric and decency. It made studiously keeping her gaze on the stranger's face most important.

What an interesting visage. The face appeared long, the forehead sloping back and turning into a horn. The horn itself curled around and bore striations, the different colors striping it. The eyes, pure black and unblinking.