“So, you’re the witch that would have ruined my grand designs, foiled the plans and schemes of Asroth that have taken eons to come to fruition.” “Sounds about right,” Brina said, glaring up at Calidus. “Oh, some spirit. Good. It will make your screams all the more beautiful.” “Oh, please, spare me your melodramatic threats,” Brina snorted. “You don’t scare me. You’re nothing but a lot of hatred, hot wind and bitterness tied up in a bag of over-cooked flesh.”
