“You couldn’t win a pissing contest without my cavalry.” Ihuake looked over Dziransi with cold assessing eyes. “But you’ve gathered a curious strength, coyote woman. Himu breathes through you. If you get your throne, remember this—I was hungry. I used you to kill Nayauru and take everything I wanted. I am fed now. Keep me sated, lest I grow hungry again.” Erebog rolled her eyes. “Listen to yourself. You sound like a milk cow, lowing for blood and land. At least Nayauru had a vision.” “I want exactly what Nayauru wanted.” Ihuake’s voice rolled over the Crone like the breaking of a dam. “I want
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