65 Foretold

I drew back in shock, only to lean closer in the next moment and replace my foot on the girl's neck with my stinger.

"Who are you? Are you working on these bastards who call themselves gods? Are you spying for them?"

The girl took in a deep breath and let out a bout of laughter, rough from my treatment of her neck. "There the fuck did you took that from? I'm Yvenna. Why the fuck would gods need spies? They don't care shit for what's happening down there, anyway."

"They care for me, and I'm there. And you are an adventurer." I pressed my stinger into her skin, but didn't pierce it. "What was that stuff you were sprouting about prophecies? Where do you know about me?"