Page 109 of A Court So Dark
“Don’t move,” Shadow warned.
She could have killed him without him realizing death was upon him, but she wanted Cardian to know who had ended him. More importantly, she wanted him to know why.
“My name is Shadow Eira, and I am here to impart justice for the death of my friend Eithne Adanorin.”
“Shadow, what are you… doing?” he asked in nervous spurts. “This is me, your prince.”
“You are no prince of mine. You are a murderer.” She leaned into the spear, pressing it to a throbbing vein in Cardian’s neck.
“Stop. I have treasure. Lots of gold. I’ll give it to you. All of it.”
“Gold means nothing to me, and now it will mean nothing to you too.”
He tried to move, but he was slow, no match for a Sunnarian warrior’s reflexes. The needle-like spear lanced through the vital artery. With one swift motion, the sprite dragged the weapon down, down, down, ripping a wide hole through which a river of blood gushed out, staining the yellow sheets even as Cardian tried hopelessly to staunch the bleeding.
With that done, Shadow slipped out of the room through a crack in the window and flew into the night sky. There was someone else who would get a visit from her tonight. A certain overlord who, as promised, would never get to be a council member in the Seelie Court.
After that, Shadow would surrender herself to the mercy of Kalyll Adanorin. Whatever he decided her fate should be, she would face it with dignity.
