The room shifted, and so did my form, my hands dropping to my sides. I was tired of this game, tired of him. By the old gods and new, I was no longer the scared girl who held back but a queen born of darkness, flame, and anger. “And now I am going to rip you both to pieces for what you’ve done, and when you wake up on the other side, hopefully writhing in agony, you’ll finally understand that I have not an ounce of love for you.”
