Bayou Whispers
You are the Ice Queen.
“Unchain me, motherfucker, and we’ll see who laughs then,” she said, anger overriding fear.
The mirthful crowd went silent, expectant. They all looked with hungry eyes at the big bare-chested man in front of her.
“You have your mother’s spirit, of that there can be no doubt,” he said, caressing the stubble on his chin thoughtfully. “But, of course, if she had taught you The Way, you’d already be out of those chains, child. Perhaps you are not the threat the mystères think you are, hmm?”
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