You know, when I found out you were his only heir, that I had to kill you instead…” Rune studied her face. “I was terribly upset.” “Why?” Elma asked when he didn’t elaborate. Her throat tightened. “Look at you,” he breathed. “It’s like you’re carved from ice, frigid and perfect. There are so many things I’d rather do to that body than carve it up, but… you being who you are…” a predatory gleam lit his eyes.
