Reika held tight to her shoulder, reaching for Solvei's neck. It would be easy, very easy, to choke her until she was cold. Pain. It was all about sharing pain. Share the holly, share the memory. She'd make them see.
Her eyes were wide, fixed on Solvei. Even the whites of her eyes were tattooed, the blue markings stretching into her iris. The memories flickered at the edges of her vision, and she made sure that Solvei saw them. Little girls with hammers and stakes. A figure with a cowl. A young man holding a lantern, falling again and again to the ground, lifeless. Over and over and over. She didn't want to see it anymore.