ââ âââ Ainât no joke in it, âcause Iâm not tellinâ any.
      Wasnât kiddinâ when I said that I'm not the Empress thatâs
                           holdinâ dibs on this heap aârock. ââ
      The trident in her hand is finally captchalogued back into its card ââ golden weapon gone just as quickly as itâd appeared when theyâd first crossed paths in the woods on the outskirts of the other highbloodâs territory. A brief shuffle of steps and the fuschia - blooded troll is leaning back against the bark of the tree rooted into the ground behind her, arms folded with a snort interrupting her words. ââ ââ Because, first of all, Iâm a damn better one. ââ and the self - satisfied grin that accompanies that statement is all  T E E T H ,  large and daring and just as sharp as the eyes that remain focused in on the troll she converses with.Â
      ââ Second of all, alternates donât exactly grow tâbecome carbon copies,ââ a casual shrug and dismissive wave of the hand. ââ we donât look a hundred - percent alike âcause aâ different genetic situations, blah blah. Third and last of all, ââ
that grin of hers curls up into something thatâs downright cheshire
       as a challenging glint reaches her expression.
ââ Iâm not here to dish out orders like yaâ queenie probably does. Iâm here âcause Iâm bored, I know a dark carnival when I see one, and I got a game sittinâ on my think pan with high stake prizes involved. Came here to ask if anybody wanted in on it,
        ââ if yâall ainât scared of  L O S I N G , I mean. ââ