“You cannot possibly make this worse,” Nive said. “I am not afraid of you. I don’t care what you are.”
“You’re not afraid of me because the most powerful thing in your universe to date has been your father,” Ariadne said, a cold smile on her dark lips. “That is no longer the case.”
“Oh really,” Nive said, crossing her arms over her chest. “You claim to be more powerful than my father. Prove it.”