Cass wishes the ceilings were a little higher in here. Then maybe Cinder would be able to fit. “I have a dragon outside that could ash this whole place,” she tells the Snake Queen casually.
“Yeah,” hisses the Snake Queen, “right.”
Green fire burns on either side of the throne; the room is thick with fragrant smoke. There’s a constant hissing sound from everywhere. The floor is a grate, and underneath Cass can see a thousand thin bodies writhe.
“So,” she says. “Are we gonna -?”
The Snake Queen throws a snake at her.
Throws. A fucking. SNAKE.
What the fuck.