“She finally got brave enough to try holding that damned thing,” I growl. “You O’Connells and your Queen’s blood.” “I have to talk to her,” Rosalina says. “Yeah, well, she doesn’t really seem in the mood to talk.” I grab Rosalina’s shoulder. “Rosie, one strike from that bow could bring down a High Prince. If she hits you—” Rosalina snaps the reins, the steed responding instantly, darting down into the arena. “I have to try to get through to her. She’s my sister.” Something dark and ruthless sounds in Rosalina’s voice. “And that’s my bow.”
