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Elizabeta
With the Dacian’s help, we get Stefan back to his room. I shove the man against the wall, nails wrapped around his throat and ready to rip it. “One of your brethren tossed a curse on him. I need to go deal with something but if I come back and he’s dead, you’ll wish you were too. And I assure you...I’ll take my sweet-ass time in killing you. Are we understood?”
He gulps, eyes filled with fear. “Y-yes.”
My nails dig into his throat. “Yes, what/”
“Y-your M-majesty.”
“That’s more like it. Now, fix him.”
After waiting a few more moments, I walk out. Daniel’s waiting for me outside, looking worse for wear. “Tell me.”
He glances inside. “how is he?”
“He’ll be fine. For a human, he’s strong.”
“and he saved you. Again.”
I roll my eyes. “Whatever. Where’s the stafie?”
Daniel says, “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to do this.”
“I need answers.”
(she goes and “interviews” the stafie? No longer afraid)
Shaking, I make my way back to Stefan. No matter how much I try to shake what the stafie said, it’s there, though. Even Daniel’ silent by my side.
I enter the room, and find the Dacian by Stefan’s bed, looking exhausted. “Well?”
“He’ll live. I’ve removed the curse and—”
I snap his neck without a second thought.
“Liza..”
I ignore Daniel hovering in the door. “He did his job. Don’t need him anymore.”
Stefan
I come awake to the sound of a neck snapping. For a moment, I fear it was mine. But it’s not. With my senses, I take in everything. I feel more perceptive than even normal, perhaps on account of nearly dying. But I feel the dead Dacian on the floor. Elizabeta, and her anger. And another—a presence by her side. Not malevolent.
“what happened?”