Sublime

Mercy’s mother was sheathed in a violet dress and wore silver chains in her hair and around her neck, all set with amethysts. Her hair drifted like part of the shadows, and she tapped black lips with fingernails of purple crystal as she walked.

ichor

Lilith considered this, nodding slowly. “I am not afraid,” she said. Vale grabbed her hand, as if trying to drag her back to her seat. “Lilith—” he grumbled. But despite her fractured Obitraen, Lilith’s tone was final, her stare not breaking from Raihn’s. “If it is what the House of Night needs,” she said, “then we will do it. That is it.”