you wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody
Having not quite realized that she'd strayed out of Jack's telepathic range—the queen finding herself quite easily distracted by all the things the Greatwood had to offer—the sound of a voice that wasn't Jack's had the Doubletake's back straightening as she instinctively reached for the belt of daggers hidden beneath her sweater. Standing, she eyed Pierce for just a moment before her gaze flicked over his shoulder at the barrier shimmering around them before turning her chin so that her peripheral vision could confirm the sinking feeling rising in her gut: she was surrounded.
Clearing her throat, Flora arches a brow. After the letter she'd just received from Deimos and Evie the queen could only assume that this was some ambassador from the fae who was also upset with the choices she'd made the day she'd fought and freed the Mathair. "We've done?" She echoes, trying to keep her voice calm even as her mind called out for Jack in sky-high neon letters.
As the stranger pulls the rapier out, the Doubletake's breath catches in her throat. Having never seen the black blade in person, she'd heard about it often enough from her Dads to know precisely what it was she was looking at and what it could do.
Clearing her throat, Flora arches a brow. After the letter she'd just received from Deimos and Evie the queen could only assume that this was some ambassador from the fae who was also upset with the choices she'd made the day she'd fought and freed the Mathair. "We've done?" She echoes, trying to keep her voice calm even as her mind called out for Jack in sky-high neon letters.
As the stranger pulls the rapier out, the Doubletake's breath catches in her throat. Having never seen the black blade in person, she'd heard about it often enough from her Dads to know precisely what it was she was looking at and what it could do.
