“You want them to see the cruelty, the carnage, the bloodshed, the face – and yeah, sweetheart, I’ve noticed the face and the body and every fucking inch of you so don’t go glaring at me like you weren’t perfectly aware of it. You wear what you are like a shield and you trap the hearts of Fae in your grasp like they’re toys to place in a glass jar and shake whenever the mood strikes you.”
