ANDAL
I knew it was a bad call. As usual, she did not listen.
She stood in front of me, her teeth gritted hard enough that I worried that she would shatter her jaw. She looked pale, sickly and afraid, a combination I had never imagined on the queen and a combination that did not suit her in the least.
“I want her gone.” She gritted out.
It took me a second to know who she spoke of, another second to confirm that she was dead-serious. There is only one person that the queen hates more than the passing of time and she just happened to part ways with her.
“Did you not hear me?!” She yelled, her body vibrating with anger. “I want her dead.” She said.
“Saints, bring down your volume, will you?” I said, glancing around at the closed door and the windows. The walls are thick so we shou
