‘You …’ Drusa began breathlessly, looking from Khailan to me to the chair she’d kicked back in her hurry to get away from the blazing inferno. ‘You can unbind people?’ I smiled at her. ‘As you see.’ ‘Oh, gods.’ Her wrinkled hand flew to her chest. ‘Oh, gods.’
THAT WAS SO FKING BAD BITCH I HAVE CHILLS
