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~Fridolf's POV
I watched her laugh and felt something cold settle under my skin. Her laugh was sharp, brittle, like glass. It was the laugh of someone who still thought the world would not touch them. I let it ring out, then let the quiet fall like a cloak.
"You're crazy," she said, voice high and laugh trailing. "Don't you know how ruthless the triplets are? They were the ones who killed their father. Killing their great uncle and their Luna would be nothing to them. Do you even understand what you're asking?"
Her eyes flashed. Fear went out of them for a second, then anger. She held my stare like a blade. I lifted my hands slowly, palms open, as if to say I was not surprised.
"I know," I said. The words came flat and slow. "I know exactly what they do. I know what they will do."
She stamped a foot like a child. "Then why say it? Why…why tell me anything like this at all? You're mad."
