I would never forget the sound of it tearing from her body, never stop hearing the sound of her screams echoing through the throne room. She’d taken the pain, suffered through it, and managed to remain strong despite knowing it would come again. But I hadn’t been able to bear the pain in her eyes, the tremble in her body as she suffered. I hadn’t been able to listen to another pained whimper, another broken sound escaping her lips before she could stop it as Mab gripped her flesh all over again. I’d been weak, and I feared we would all pay the consequences for it.
