No matter how many centuries Mab had lived, everyone held on to the insecurities that plagued us as a child. Mab remembered how it felt to be second best, to be the dark child to her brother’s golden light. Just. Like. Estrella. “They will love her until their dying breath,” I finished, watching a shudder work through her body. As if the chill of my words crept up her neck, forcing her to acknowledge the truth of them. “Perhaps I’ll kill her first,” she said, her voice cold as she snapped at me.
