‘For every drumskin…’ Yeeran murmured, but she couldn’t finish the sentence. Furi’s eyes were ablaze, their golden warmth more like fire than anything else. ‘You will be executed, and your sister can watch. Just like I had to watch you murdering my brother.’ Furi strode out of the prison leaving Yeeran with her thoughts. All the obeah murdered over the years. All the fae killed.
