Cass

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 fuckingSNAKE.

What the fuck.

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