Page 197 of To Ashes and Dust
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We... are hers...
We lifted our eyes as our queen turned to us, her chest heaving. Her tendrils of darkness staked into the ground, lifting her up, carrying her closer. The sea of darklings parted as they crawled and slinked out of her way without need of command, her will their own. They shifted and moved, each step building dread and awe in our very core.
She lowered before me, her eyes level with mine. “You.”
Me.
Us.
“I may have use for you after all.”
My teeth ground, biting back the words clawing up my throat. “Use us,” we said, every word a poison coating my—our tongue.
“We are yours.”
