Bab 236: The New Queen of the Angels

"This war has been going on for far too long," she sighs languorously. "Its about time Faey learnt the meaning of peace again. I think King Soren has made the right choice, I stand with him," she announces firmly, bringing her fist over her heart: a sign of allegiance. 

I smile.

"Lilyana?" Igor splutters in disbelief from above her head, staring down with a mixture of anger and confusion. But the curly haired woman- who mills perfectly at ease around the vampires- hardly bothers to spare him a glance. Flicking back her hair as she pats down her robes, Lilyana's eyes settle on me, though the words she speaks are for someone else.

"Sorry, Igor. Your days of puppeteering are over."

To this, Igor has nothing to say. His mouth continues to work furiously in silent confusion, but no words manage to escape, for there are no words left to say.