‘Oh, go to hell,’ she hissed, voice sharpening in an instant, hands wrapping around my elbow as if to pull me away. I didn’t budge even as her nails dug into my skin. ‘You can’t kill me, you little pests. Not if you ever want that voice back. Not if you don’t want the rest of the magical world to die out within— Why are you laughing?’ Because an unexpected smile was curving around Creon’s mouth, wild and as sharp as unsheathed claws.
