“But your uncle is right, Fia.” “I’m not saying he’s wrong. You’re a monster, rotten and terrible, and you’ve probably committed atrocities, etcetera, etcetera. I understand.” I crossed to the narlow’s cell and opened the unlatched door. “Just keep it all confined to your kingdom and go.” “Etcetera, etcetera?” he repeated with a low laugh. “You are seriously something—” “I will murder you myself if you don’t hurry up,” I snapped,
