She smiled at him. "Don't make me finish what Zavian couldn't. Know your place, and we wouldn't have any troubles."
He backed away and fumed as he sat back down. Lydia sheathed her knife within her dress, and she looked at the painting of the castle and grinned at it.
"Come to think of it, it's Zavian's head that will look pretty mounted on the walls of the castle," Lydia said. "And Azriel's as well. And for the finishing touch, the head of the one who made all this possible, to begin with, Neera herself."
And the sky struck its lightning, brightening the room in a white glow, and Lydia could see the pictures of the heads as if they were there already.
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