Humans That Rule Hell- a short story that didn’t make the cut

Suntanning beneath full flame, Dahlia didn’t notice the door opening. Not until a breeze stole the heat from her bones. Dahlia shimmied into her bronze skin and stalked to the door with jerky strides. Slam. Then she smelt human. Worry. She checked the drawer. All daggers accounted for, except Life-Giver. “No,” she whispered through blood-red …