(Amaia)
Getting up from Saiph's lap, I approach Alnilam's glass shelves and grab the black book case with those horrendous dolls inside. Flipping it open, I approach Saiph and show him.
Horrors are openly displayed on his face as he inspects each of them.
"We were all cursed by the queen?" He asks, his stunned eyes finding me.
Slowly, I nod. "Yes, and it seems like you still are."
I let my magic surge forward into my fingertips, a fire burst forward, brightening my fingers turning them into burning candles.
I shove my fiery fingers into these hideous dolls, setting them on fire. "Burn and set my mates free." My voice comes out demanding and authoritative. I have observed every time my mates are involved, my voice changes, taking on this brusque tone.
They instantly catch fire. The black smoke and nose-burning stench they release. My body shakes from the rage embroiling inside me.
I am not going to let her control my mates or me.
