#66299 - A mad queen of immeasurable power and terrible grief is a potent concoction. Sir Raftas, Sir Bortan; please open the door. ” I grabbed a fistful of my shirt, and tore it open, my breasts bursting from their constraints, “That’s how she changed me!” I snarled, “But she’s not done, no! She’s ordering that I go with her on her little hunt so that I can watch the last of my legacy die on the forest floor! Those were your brothers and sisters, Tiger, and she’s going to cut them down like dear at a tree line!” “It’s war, Commander!” Elena growled back, “There’s an army marching right for the Tundra, and when they get there, do you think they’re going to make the distinction between women, children, and soldiers?” “No.