Charissa Weaks

“You should get very comfortable with me, Raina,” he says, voice tender. “We’re going to become the closest of friends.”

Like our first go around, I spit. This time I hit my mark, right on his ugly face.

The girl with no voice and no witch’s marks. The so-called Seer.

Raina Bloodgood

Hello, drallag,” the blade whispers

Hello, drallag,” the blade whispers

Well, hello there, Fleurie. Your father sent me to make you a deal

Why suddenly, you think I need a hero. I’m my own fucking hero