Apex Bloom
He clutched the silver remote to his chest like a holy relic, entirely desperate to escape the self – destruct sequence he had triggered.
"Vane!" My voice echoed like a thunderclap in the vast, empty space.
The skeletal man turned, his pale face contorting into a mask of absolute disbelief. "You should be dead, Lolita. You should be a frozen statue in the white."
"I’m a fucking queen, Vane," I spat, walking toward him with a slow, terrifying deliberation. I didn't have a gun. I didn't have my carbon steel knife – it was still sitting on my desk in London. But I had the absolute, crushing gravity of my presence. "And a queen doesn't die in a cage."
Bab Populer