Thalia's Ashen Fate
The ruined throne room spun around me until the black mana forced me back to my knees.
Blair leaned in, her perfume a sickening mix of dried roses and copper. Her long, lacquered black fingernails dug deep into the tender flesh of my jaw, forcing my face upward. The tendrils loosened just a fraction—just enough to let me take a weeping breath. I tried to pull away, but her nails pierced my skin, pinning me in place.
"At least," she whispered, her painted lips brushing against my ear, "now you can be useful. You should be happy."
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