Chapter 91

She whistled for her new lieutenant. This time she wanted bad deaths to serve as a warning to all the Pets and godlings. And she wanted to savor these deaths. She wanted the pleasure of a kill.

A tomato-red female whistled back and dropped down from her perch in the rafters above Ella. She braked, threw back her wings, and stopped only a few feet away. Ella cocked her head to the left and waited.

“Commander, we await your orders. Places and tasks are assigned.”

Ella nodded her head. “Get some rest now; then, we go to work. Be ready to take the lead on this one.” This metamorphosis might be Ella’s last for a long time. This morning when she had awakened to dead skin peeling from her arms, her legs, her back, she realized it was imminent. After this last fight, the completion of this last task, a task that was taking too long and too much of her dwindling energy, it would be time for the dark cave and the long sleep.

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