He knew about her childhood but still expected . . .
"That's oddly surprising. Hmm," he trailed off, keeping her steady gaze.
Elle knew he wanted to ask Wren one more thing before they left ... But no. What if she said no, and was mad at him for asking? But on the other hand, if she said yes? Elle felt his stomach knot and decided to ask that sort of question another day.
"I think we should head back now. It's getting really late and the others must be worried we were kidnapped or something."
Trix stood perfectly straight in front of him. Her cruel, terrifying beauty had never shinned so brightly. Behind her the guards moaned and screamed in pain that came with burning alive, and the moon shinned brightly through all the windows. Somehow all the torches had blown out and the white moonlight kept the room lit.
"Any last words?" she said, because she wanted her victims to at least get that much.
Trix wished to torture him, but she wanted to kill him before midnight, a few seconds away.
"Tell my people . . . That I am dearly sorry I have failed them," the king said, defeated.
Trix nodded. She wouldn't tell his people that. Trix created a tiny but powerful ball of fire, and shot it through his forehead. There was a clean hole through his head. The king's body fell limp immediately.
Trix now was a ruler of this human land.
Oh . . . Oh yes.