She picked up a glass of red wine, swirled it, and took a slow sip.
"Good evening, loners," she said. "Tonight, we're going to play a game. It's called 'Who Owns Your Face?'"
But in the glass house, as the forest fell dark around her, Sonya Blaze did not celebrate. She did not call a friend. She did not check her skyrocketing subscriber count.
