"Calm, breeder, you are safe," came a voice too deep and gravelly to belong to Mr. Parnell. This voice sounded like thunder over music and pain and laughter. So many layers in there.
He leaned over her and put a claw over her forehead. She trembled; whoever this was, he wasn't human. He was too tall to be human, his skin made of green and copper striations, and his eyes reminded her of purest evil. They were so black, she couldn't make out if he had pupils. Red bled into the black of his eyes and her stomach turned. What was he? His clothes looked like a uniform, but she could've sworn they were made of metal. She shrank away from him.
"Who are you?" High cheekbones and a square chin jutted beneath the green-and-gold skin that reminded her of a snake's. "What are you?"
What on earth had happened between Parnell putting her in that hole and now?