As he spoke, he tucked the bottle securely against his body.
Kaelan then slowly raised his head to look at the Morvane lying in a pool of blood.
"Vesper, when you stole my sister's Golden Crow Bloodline, you never imagined this day would come, did you? This is retribution. Admit it. You're not some noble-blooded Golden Crow, and you're certainly not the Princess of the Golden Crow Clan. You're just a thief who stole someone else's identity. You're nothing but a lowly Morvane."
The hatred in his voice was palpable from the moment he spoke, his tone utterly cold. His fierce eyes held the gaze one would reserve for the dead. No, for a dead bird. He was staring at a dead bird, a dead crow.
The Morvane's head twitched.
"No... that's not true... I am a noble-blooded Golden Crow. I am the Princess of the Golden Crow Clan."
"I'm not a crow, I'm a Golden Crow."
