Morven hissed, “You’ll be Queen of Avallen over my dead …” He trailed off at the smile on her face. And paled. “As I was saying,” Bryce drawled, “for the moment, I’m queen. I’m judge, jury …” Bryce looked to Sathia, still shaken and wide-eyed from the twins’ attack—yet unafraid. Unbroken, despite what the males in her life, what this male, had tried to do to her. So Bryce peered down at Morven and finished sweetly, “And I’m your motherfucking executioner.” The King of Avallen was still blazing with hate when Bryce slid Truth-Teller into his heart.
