Eteima leaned forward, grabbing Thambal’s chin with her cold fingers. Her voice dropped to a terrifying whisper.
"Which boy, Eteima?" Thambal tried to lie, her voice trembling. "I was just with Nana."
"Eteima is coming," Thambal whispered, mostly to herself.
Eteima leaned forward, grabbing Thambal’s chin with her cold fingers. Her voice dropped to a terrifying whisper.
"Which boy, Eteima?" Thambal tried to lie, her voice trembling. "I was just with Nana."
"Eteima is coming," Thambal whispered, mostly to herself.