Chapter 48: Truth“OH, VERY WELL done, princess.” Serovate’s voice is at the heart of an endless chorus that hisses and echoes through the darkness. “Very well done, indeed. You’re much cleverer than anyone gives you credit for, aren’t you? But even you aren’t as empty as you’d like to have us think.”
There’s a tugging, a brush all around me of movement: sharp things, hard things, bristles and fangs and damp and heat.
“Hopeless,” Cadence says, startling me. I grit my teeth and brace for another onslaught. “I can’t take it anymore. You still don’t get it? Don’t tell me you haven’t had your suspicions.”
This is the most convincing attempt yet. It sounds just like her, right down to the annoyance in her tone.
“I do not dream of—”
“Cole. Seriously? It’s me. You really thought I’d leave bec
