Drusilla's lips curved in a smile. She liked to be called strong. She was gratified that the power hadn't left her after the night she'd first used it, even though she didn't anticipate ever having a need for it again like she had the night she'd killed her father. She liked knowing that no one would ever be able to hold her in that position again, for all she had no intention of ever letting someone try.
"It was so quick, when he died," she confessed. She hadn't spoken to Mor about that night yet — in the immediate aftermath of her father's death it had seemed prudent not to speak of it to anyone, just in case there were questions that arose, though obviously her inner circle would know that the story about him slipping on the ice could not have been true. "I didn't want it to be."
"It was so quick, when he died," she confessed. She hadn't spoken to Mor about that night yet — in the immediate aftermath of her father's death it had seemed prudent not to speak of it to anyone, just in case there were questions that arose, though obviously her inner circle would know that the story about him slipping on the ice could not have been true. "I didn't want it to be."
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