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Boom. Boom. Boom. I wanted to scream. My runes were burning through my skin again, all the way down to the bone.
now it made me feel like crawling out of my own skin when anyone showed the slightest bit of care for me.
“I think I’d like that.” At that, he returned my grin. “In that case, you’d better call me Tal.”
“The plan. Why didn’t you tell me what came after the hall?” Seven. “Because I knew… you wouldn’t like it,” I grunted.
A pang of something spasmed in my chest, but I pushed it away, for once annoyed with myself
But I still have ultimate power over this entire court. Have you thought that maybe they should be worried about me?”
something dark and intrigued glittering in his pale gray eyes. “I have found myself wondering that question, actually,”
I felt it, too: a crushing force against the back of my neck that wanted me to bow, kneel, crawl for the male sitting at the end of the table.
“What…?” He looked down in confusion. “I…” “I stabbed you,”
“Silver tipped. It won’t kill you, but you are not going to enjoy the next few hours.
“I say we torture the location out of him and then dispose of him.” Thum. Thum. Thum. Shah’s pulse was as lazy as could be.
The corpse’s canines were far too long to have belonged to a human. Carrion saw the dead Fae’s teeth, too.
I saw the shock ripple over his features. “No. No, you’re not… That’s not possible,” he whispered.
Gods, even being eaten by Morthil in the maze hadn’t been this painful.
Not this time, when the magic of Malcolm’s cursed maze wouldn’t bring me back from the dead.
then… could you possibly kill me instead? This… really sucks.” Gods, how was he still talking?
but it wasn’t even reacting. At least not how it should have been. It was almost as though—
To kill a queen, you will need to visit the darkest of all places.
“She will tear away your soul and feed on it for decades!”
“I swear I know that smell.” Carrion swayed, pressing his hand against the wall for support. “It’s so familiar.”
“No.” I shook my head. “I don’t want it.” “Is a dead person talking to you right now?” Carrion asked.
“Oh, good,” he said in a high-pitched voice. “I thought that was just me.”
“Do you know what it feels like to be burned alive?” she seethed. Sadly, I nodded. “I do, Merelle. And I’m sorry.”

