"I'll make sure they get a sharp reminder," Max said with a lazy smile, a hint of danger along the edges. "Not all of us were born to be ornamental."

He can't help the thirst that he has to know about her. Witch herself, dreams made flesh. Everything that the Blood had dreamed of for centuries, while the taint ravaged the land. "To serve Witch. That would be a terrifying prospect. And a glorious one." To those of them who still held with old ways. "You never did belong to any of the bitch queens. In body perhaps. But never anything more substantial."