The Queen Of Shadows
Kael mutters something about shadow demon nonsense, but he doesn’t move closer. He’s studying the sigits now, curiosity breaking through his irritation.
Allison fidgets, tracing a line along her wrist. “They don’t hurt,” she offers softly. “They just… are?
I nod. “They mean she survived what none before her could. That she carries a part of my realm within her?
Evander whistles under his breath. “That’s gonna go over great with the council, huh?”
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“Indeed,” I murmur, though a smile tugs at my lips anyway,
Kael crosses his arms, eyes narrowing at the glow along her neck. “Okay, so do they, I don’t know–come off? Fade? Hide? Because walking
around with royal demon graffiti on her skin seems like a real good way to get hunted,”
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