‘A palace shall I build of thy suffering, frailblood. Upon a throne of thy misery shall I reign. All sh—’ “Lionclaw crashed across the back of Laure’s head, bone splitting, blood splashing. The vampire reeled, hissing, fangs bared. “‘The only queen on this mountain is me,’ Astrid spat. “Standing above us, she drew back my bloody blade for another strike. “‘And he’s no frailbood, you unholy cunt.’
