The fires guttered and died around the room and a cutting chill crept into the room. Maeve barely seemed to realise the subtle touches of frost that crept up the glass doors and fogged the mirrors at her back. Her gaze remained entirely focused on Lorcan.
"My place?" She echoed in a voice that sounded other. The shadows trembled and tried to hide in darker places. Anywhere but in front of her. She took a single step forward and the floor beneath her cracked. "Would that be in the home you stole from me with my kin?" Another step. "Or the gilded cage you've built for me here?"
"My place?" She echoed in a voice that sounded other. The shadows trembled and tried to hide in darker places. Anywhere but in front of her. She took a single step forward and the floor beneath her cracked. "Would that be in the home you stole from me with my kin?" Another step. "Or the gilded cage you've built for me here?"