
HALSEY’s Control + Sebastian Morgenstern
Goddamn right, you should be scared of me.
She smiled at him. Blood still stained the snow in her throne room, and she still felt the jab of Jace Lightwood’s blade against her throat.
It was not a real smile, but she knew enough to let her beauty do her work for her, sometimes.
“I do adore you,” she said.
“Yes,” said Sebastian, and his eyes flickered, their color like dark clouds.
The Queen wondered idly if he thought of the two of them the way she did: lovers who, even while embracing, each held a knife to the other’s back, ready to stab and to betray.