The Trance…Dina’s smile spreads slowly and poisonously, as if savoring the taste of every holy thing Shina just spat out. Her voice slides through the hollow like oil on ice, soft, mocking, and full of teeth.“Your watch?” she purrs, amusement folding into contempt. “Oh, Shina, always the martyr. Always the circle of hands and sticky prayers. Do you truly believe a braid of light and a few pretty words can hold me where I belong? How quaint.”She leans forward, and the nothing around them knuckles into shape, a tiny, impossible throne of shadow that grows sharp at the edges. “The queen?” Dina laughs, the sound like a knife dragged over glass. “That small, pale brat? You would have me fear her?” Her head tilts, eyes narrowing to cold pinpricks. “Tell me, which of you taught her to weld claws? Which of you forged her a war cry that could split bone?” She sneers. “I’ve seen children with spoons make more havoc than your golden sovereign. She flutters in gowns and human etiquette and bed
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