seen. What she did during the day to keep
Erawan from noticing the small, ever-
changing presence hunting through his halls,
she did not reveal.
She’d brought the spiders, though. Dorian
had heard the servants’ terrified whispers
about the fleeting portal that the queen had
opened to allow in six of the creatures to the
catacombs. Where they, through some terrible
magic, allowed in the Valg princesses.
Dorian couldn’t decide whether it was a
relief that he had not encountered these
hybrids yet. Though he’d seen the emaciated
human bodies, mere husks, that were
occasionally hauled down the corridors.
Dinner, the guards carrying them had hissed
to the petrified servants. To feed a bottomless
hunger. To prime them for battle.
What the spider-princess creations could
do, what they would do to his friends in the
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