“You overstep, Mab. These games cross a line,” Rheaghan said, scolding his sister as he glanced over at us. “That seems to be the norm for her, does it not?” I asked, glaring at her. “You are a prisoner. Remember your place and, for once, remain silent,” Mab ordered, spearing me with a glare. “Funny. Even as a prisoner, she has more queenly tact than you ever did, dear sister,”
