A secret history of witches series order6/10/2023 ![]() ![]() She knew what he was, and she knew what it meant. Irène brought her palm to her nose and sniffed the toasty smell of him. The last thing she saw was that lush red-and-black tail, switching back and forth as he faded into the dimness of the woods. He took a step back, his eyes never leaving hers, then whirled and leaped back over the brook to disappear into the forest on the other side. It was not just that he was beautiful, and graceful. She thrilled at the touch, though the touch of so many other beasts disgusted her. It-he, she could see now-pressed his cold black nose against the back of her hand, and, when she turned it, nosed her palm. Irène stood very still as the fox stepped toward her on narrow black feet as dainty as a dancer's. Its unblinking gaze fixed itself on her.Īgain the fox's mouth opened in its grin, and its tail waved once, twice, before it leaped the little brook as easily as if it could fly. Its tail arced above its back, a plume of red and black. It scrambled down from the tree trunk, its lithe body weaving through the branches as easily as a stream of water might. ![]() ![]() She came to her feet, facing the creature. The fox's mouth opened, showing its white teeth, and its tongue lolled, laughing with her.Ī sense of recognition tingled in Irène's bones and throbbed in her forehead. “The fox barked at her, one sharp, short sound. ![]()
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