No. This couldn't be happening. Ahbi was immortal. But even as I stared down at the hot wetness on my trembling hands, I heard her groan, her body trembling ever so slightly, pulling my attention from the life leaking from her to pool on the floor.
"Grandmother!" My life with her flashed through my head, the short and tempestuous relationship we'd shared. How she'd manipulated me, my sister. My father. Forced me to stay on Demonicon and fight for status, all to create a situation where Dad would have no choice but to accept Second Seat. Her powerful will, pure political soul, all of it.