"Finally, a guest?" Rinalla chirped, spreading her arms wide as the candlelight danced across her dark wings. Standing in the cold, moonlit hall, she flashed a smile so innocent it almost hid the predatory glint in her eyes, blurring the line between a warm welcome and a lethal trap. "Don't be afraid of the horns," she whispered, her voice dripping with sweet deception, "I promise to be the most memorable nightmare you've ever had.