There were a lot of things Karla had wanted to do as soon as they entered the estate. Look around again and see how much had changed from her memories. Find old servants and friends and see if they were as glad to see her as she was them. Drag her friends by the hand and show off the home she'd grown up in. Make an inventory of every hideous
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Karla indulged herself in a very brief fantasy of striding down to where he stood and clawing that smile off Hobart's face with her fingernails. She wouldn't even use her snaketooth. Just sharp nails and temper.
"Cut the sh--" She frowned and tried again. "Don't play me for a fool, Hobart. Your so called 'helping' involved breaking witches, murdering and enslaving landens, abusing Control Rings, and setting witchblood on fire to massacre an entire Blood town. If that's what you do to a Territory you love, I'd hate to see you acting against one you hated."
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"Impossible to say," Karla said, cuttingly. "Considering you had them killed to facilitate your rise to power. Lord Morton's parents, too. Is this more of your 'help' for the Territory?"
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But he would trail off there, so it was the last word the crowd heard.
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Too bad.
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