Unerring is the centralia. It's traits much more a mystery. Within her. Without her. As much a part of her as her hands. Her eyes. She caught the man trespassing within the yard of the house where four family members slept peacefully unaware. He was indeed only a man. She was perhaps a trifle disappointed; maybe she'd wished for at least some minor demon, perhaps an incubus or liderc. But no matter.
Without warning or syllable, she seized the man by the scruff of the neck. Though small in stature, her preternatural state granted her unfathomable strength. "You've been a