Before Niamh could stutter out a reply, Sofia’s bearing turned arctic. The temperature in the room dropped—quite literally. Niamh’s breath misted in the air before her, and gooseflesh broke out on her arms. Even Jack paled at the sudden display of power. “Do not mock her. You know very well she cannot defend herself against you,” said Sofia quietly. “And I have thoughts, yes, if you will hear them.”
YES
