endgame

"I also know what it's like to defy them, even if it means a verbal smackdown from the General of the Storm. Or being beaten within an inch of my life by Archebold fucking Cobb, and thrown in a cell to rot," he sniped back, folding his arms across his chest. When she looked so wounded he raised his eyebrows, shaking his head at her. "Yes," he said easily. "The night you brought Remi back here, and you wouldn't say a word about what happened. Not blunt. Not upfront." Shaking his head, he took a few steps back and sagged against one of the chairs. "So she's gone. Now you're queen. And I would really appreciate if you were to leave now, if there is nothing you want from me." Better that than needlessly picking a fight. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.