Nerissa inhaled deeply, smelling the vanilla, the surface flowers, and the faint, lingering scent of warm blood and fear.
Then a toothy grin that made Roxy shiver.
"You smell soft," Nerissa whispered, her voice a terrifying caress. "Like something that belongs in a nursery, not a war room."
She tilted her head, her black eyes narrowing as she inspected every inch of Roxy's face.
"Tell me, little pink thing," Nerissa murmured, her nail tracing the line of Roxy's jaw. "Where do you come from?"
Well, I would be damned if I tell you.
The Queen's fingernail, sharp as a dagger, traced the line of Roxy's jaw.
Roxy held her breath. She didn't dare swallow, lest the movement drive the blade into her throat.
Up close, Queen Nerissa was a landscape of terrifying beauty. Her skin was like white marble that had never seen the sun, and her eyes were two endless, lightless trenches.
