Darquesse took hold of her, yanked her through the window. She held her up for a moment, dangling like a doll.
“Oh my God,” said Zafira, eyes bulging with terror. “You’re not Valkyrie Cain. You’re—”
“Yep,” said Darquesse.
Then she tossed Zafira high into the air.
The Gnarl snatched her into its mouth.