“Do you think this is a game?” the proud girl snaps, aquiline features whipping, hawklike, towards Britta. “Do you think that we’re off to court, to learn how to be proper maidens and do needlework?” The girl leans closer, a sneer on her face. “We’re monsters, and they’re going to treat us like monsters. They’re going to use us, bleed us, and when they’re done, they’re going to find whatever our final deaths are and execute us one by one.”
