When Astrid's face twisted into a look of utter shock-like she had just swallowed dung-Zara, or rather, Senna, casually swept back a few loose strands of hair and smiled.

"Astrid, my dear sister, surprised to see me back? I wonder, have you had nightmares these past three years? Because I often dream of my son coming to play with me. The little boy you killed-he was a boy, you know. He looked just like Magnus. He told me he wants you to join him down there."

Surprise, my ass. There was no ...