Daphne had to force herself to stop trembling, her hands balling into fists by her side. She reminded herself that she wasn't powerless. She had better control of her powers, and Atticus would never let Eugene land a hand on her. She plastered a confident smile on her face.
"He'll have to join the queue. I have a long line of people who want me, dead or alive," Daphne said. "In fact, one of them is standing right here in front of me."
Alistair scoffed, laughing as he did. Yet, the joy in his tone could only be described as sadistic. "Talk all you want, Daphne, but your time will be up soon."
"So will yours," Daphne quipped. Two could play this mental game. If Alistair thought that he could crumble her walls by bringing Jean Nott back into the picture, she too could wave the dog bone in front of him. "You overheard, haven't you? What Mother said."
