"Shut your mouth!" She gritted her teeth, her knuckles so tight that her claws dug deeply into her palms, forming crescent-shaped wounds, "You will keep your mouth shut. You won't tell him anything,"

"Maybe... Maybe not,"

"I have a message to give you, Ezekiel," Her eyes burned with rage, "To the unmaker, that is,"

Ezekiel shook his head disappointedly, "You're not ready for that. Not at that level of power. If I relay your message, she would itch to meet you even more, and I don't want my ...