She leaned in to kiss my cheek, but I felt… teeth...fangs. She bit me, and I saw her claws for the first time. I think it was a warning… or… I don’t know. All I knew from that point on was that I desperately, desperately, desperately wanted to be good and I wanted her to love me. The other girls? The other girls Adora had taken as trophies from the gods? They were supposed to be my sisters. We loved each other so long as she was looking, but once her back was turned?

Battlefields don’t always look like arenas. Sometimes they look like little girl’s rooms -- all pink paint and lace. Sometimes the most vicious warriors are little girls who want to be loved. Surviving. That’s really what we wanted. It didn’t matter how savage we had to be: that’s what we wanted.

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