Once Echo popped into my head, her long dark hair swaying in some unfelt breeze, I knew I’d met a woman I had to know better. Once I invited her in for a chat, she wouldn’t stop talking about gods, demons and the end of the world.
When I scoffed, she invited Layla to join us. Layla is…well, once you read the books, you’ll know just what Layla is. While Echo and Layla bantered, I took notes. By the time Echo finished sharing her story, she and Layla’d filled up A LOT of pages in my composition notebook.