I could have never imagined my handmaidens to be capable of violence. Zoey was a sweetheart, Mia was outspoken. Neither of them ever showed any inclination towards it. Yet when we escaped from the palace, they left the role of handmaiden behind and instead became guards.
Mia kicked the head, causing it to fly a few metres into the air and land near the creek. The sound of the dull thud made me more nauseous than I was willing to admit, but I never spoke on it. Vampires could only die from decapitation, yet somehow the werewolves were scared that they were capable of simply sewing their heads back on and continuing to live. I’d argue on that logic, but they were quite literally the living dead.
“Your grace,” I have never heard Laureen speak that softly before. “Shall I hold her while th
