“Did he not tell you who I am?” Andrev asked. He tossed his head to get his hair out of his eyes, lifted his chin. “I am the most powerful of my kind in over a hundred years.” He nudged Dalinor’s body with his foot, tilted the lifeless head so they could see the three horns on Dalinor. “What you thought marked me as evil has marked me as powerful.”
“We’ll kill you,” Kir said.
“No,” Andrev said. “I shall kill you. Because you killed an innocent girl, and would have killed me out of your petty hate and ignorance.”
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