In the moment it took me to understand just how deep Batsheva's evil ran, Demetrius plowed ahead as if he hadn't just dropped a magical nuke in my lap.
"I helped her make a crystal of her very own." He shook his head, tsking. "Foolish. She used it in secret to drain Yvette's magic while they fought." Charlotte rumbled her unhappiness. Not that the vampire Queen was betrayed, I didn't think, but more so out of her inherent sense of fair play. "Batsheva defeated her, easy peasy lemon squeezy, then drained her dry. Slurp."
Bile was the worst taste ever. I just wished I had control over its rise.