[ The girl lazing on the steps of the House does not quite look like the other Morrisons. She is taller than them both, her shoulders are wider and her legs look very strong. It is easy to see in the loose clothes she wears, wet hair trailing over her shoulder after a dip in the stream. Her eyes are more deeply socketed than the witches he has met, and the eyes set so deeply are intense and wild.
She tilts her head at Brandon as he comes back up the path, her tongue pressed to the back of a canine tooth in a thoughtful, hungry smile. ]
" THEY HAVE THEIR OWN RULES. "
She tilts her head at Brandon as he comes back up the path, her tongue pressed to the back of a canine tooth in a thoughtful, hungry smile. ]