With a strangled gasp she fell off the narrow cot. Still entangled with the shroud that had been thrown over her, Kata was incapable of stopping herself from smacking face first onto the hard floor.
Typical.
“Oof.”
“Are you hurt?” A small, heart-shaped face with the almond shaped eyes that were entirely filled with black suddenly appeared in front of her.
“Yannah?” she breathed.
“That’s me.”
Kata managed to roll onto her back, her gaze sliding over the female’s tiny body that was covered by a plain white robe and the fair hair that was pulled into a braid that fell past her waist.
She might have been mistaken for a child if not for the piercing wisdom that shimmered in the dark eyes.
And, oh yeah, the mouth full of razor sharp teeth.
Blessed mother.
Fighting her way out of the shroud, Kata rose to her feet, her hands absently smoothing down the thin white nightgown that fell past her knees.
“What happened?” she demanded.
The tiny demon wrinkled her nose. “The spell is broken. The mage is traveling through distant lands.” Her head tilted to the side, as if she were mentally searching for the missing Sergei. “Very distant.”
Kata shivered. There was nowhere distant enough.
Bastard.