"A Lady does not speak with the butchers of children," Kaelyn snapped. "Though I suppose that idea means nothing to one so marvelous and singular as yourself." If ice spoke, it would have sounded like Kaelyn.
"It is not a game, Lyanora. I give you the truth of how I see you: a monsterous, selfish brat of a child who thinks of no one but herself. Who has been so long indulged by a too-kind family she can no longer see what she has become." She sniffed dismissively. "I will give you peace when there's no more danger of your disgraceful habits touching Brandon or Genna."