As the door shut behind Maeve, she leaned into the iron-studded wood and sighed. “Do you plan to hide in that pathetic form all day?” Dorian lunged for the gap between the door and the floor, but her black-booted foot slammed down upon his tail. Pain speared through his bones, but her foot remained in place. His magic surged, lashing, but a dark wind wrapped talons around it, choking. Stifling. The Fae Queen smiled down at him. “You are not a very skilled spy, King of Adarlan.”
Dorian… wtf
