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The day was not yet lost

Her lips twisted in an i, too!

The one froed her favor; the one who’d lied and, with the offer of a glass of wine to toast her freedoed her off to live for hundreds of thousands of years a her, shaping her Taking what he wanted until what he wanted was nothing less than everything she had, at which point he’d tried to kill her

Cruce ith the bits of her earlier words again "Give it what it wants!"

Aoibheal cocked her head and glanced up sharply, as the T’er quite so random

MAC

This is how it feels to be the Sinsar Dubh

Only better I lack even its shallow frustration and glee

There’s nothing left of emotion nor any desire for it

I’oal without ego

I expand effortlessly into my body to evict the parasite that thinks to take from me what is reat distance

How dare it ithin e for theher behind Cocooned like Cruce and the Highlander, she presents no threat to er to taste my deserved victory and will visit her andI realize now that the universe was once again favoring ht, when it per incarceration, I would have rashly killed all three Now I can draw out their tor--

STOP

My feet skid to a halt on the black marble floor so abruptly I nearly topple face-forward I try to lunge again but re further, pondering the oddity of just having forced myself to stop Do I now possess in huut instinct? Did it sense some peril to me I’ve failed to take into account?

I assess the Fae queen, her shadowy outline beyond the Silver I hold the spear in ain

STOP

My foot returns to the floor, oal I’m so close I could reach out and touch the Silver

The voice was mine

But it wasn’t mine

Who, then? Is there some other entity inside me that has been cleverly concealed fro MacKayla It is fetal, catatonic within lorious ht of the illusions of guilt, coret? I’ve never fathomed that muddy mix of emotion It could never speak with such a voice

This was a voice of power

Who is it? WHAT IS IT?