Shalini cocked her head, and the warm light shown in her dark brown eyes. “Listen, Ava, it’s a bit scarier here than I imagined, but I think you just need to go with it. You are fae, after all. I watched clips of Moria and the princesses online. They’re taking no prisoners. You’ve got to be as brutal as they are.” “I did poison a crowd of people with mustard gas or something today,” I admitted. “Which is something I never expected to do with my life.” “Good. If they come for you again, go for the jugular. Because it’s you or them, and I really prefer you.”
