A chill rippled down my skin that had nothing to do with the brisk wind. Useful on a battlefield.
And then she pushed the blade, like a worker heaving the spoke of a mighty, grinding wheel.The kings eyes flared—then his head tumbled off his shoulders.
Nesta, Cassian groaned, trying to reach for her.The kings blood sprayed her leathers, her face.Nesta didnt seem to care as she bent over. As she took up his fallen head and lifted it. Lifted it in the air and stared at it—into Hyberns dead eyes, his gaping mouth.
She did not smile. She only stared and stared and stared.Savage. Unyielding. Brutal.
Nesta, Elain whispered.
Nesta blinked, and seemed to realize it, then—whose head she was holding.I have no doubt, Rhys said, the portrait of glorious boredom, that youve already decided upon your asking price.
Keir peered down the table—to me. Looked his fill as I held his stare. I did.My stomach turned at that gaze, the words.
Dark power rumbled through the chamber, setting the onyx chandelier tinkling. Tread carefully, Keir.Keir only smiled at me, then at Rhys. Mor had gone utterly still.