“It is time you knew me for who I truly am: Xander Sephiran Shadowhart.” Murmurs rose up from the crowd in response, and Amma glanced over her shoulder. “Oh, my gods, blaming Xander? What a good idea,” she whispered. “I know.” He was already grinning slyly at those below them, but his brow ticked upward at her. “But don’t forget, you’re meant to be terrified of me, not impressed.” “Oh, right.” Amma let out a scream and tried weakly to flail out of his grasp.
