“Grandmother?” he asked, pausing perusing of her body to peer again into her blue eyes, alive with fright and revulsion. That look, so fragile and so desperate, only quickened his heart and twisted a sinister smile onto his lips. Oh, how he adored that moment between life and death, when a soul realized that it was within seconds from being severed from its mortal shell. He inhaled the scent on her flesh—the odor of fear seeping from her pores at his close proximity. “Whose child are you?” he asked, suddenly ravenous for such information despite his absent tone.
Kaena could only be this girl’s grandmother. Samael knew that he had countless children out there that he knew nothing of—he was meant to spread his seed, and thus chaos, indiscriminately—but he suspected that this child belonged to one of his siblings, or their siblings. She was far too coyote in appearance to belong to Gabriel or any of his kin, however. She was far too lovely for such lupine heritage. He didn’t release her though, even as he awaited an answer.