Appeased by the emotional turmoil, Diva watched the realization bloom in the girl’s eyes as the electric blue glow faded from hers, returning the Queen’s face to sweetness. She had to giggle, just a little. The sadistic urge to abuse humanity had only grown since they’d taken away her daughters in this place, and with every wretched thing the humans continued to do, the feeling only grew.

So the girl hurt. Good. Better than the physical pain Diva could have rewarded her with. She could cry and sniffle and feel an ache in her chest as Diva did.

Seeing that she had come between some sort of bond between the two meant little to Diva. She recognized the emotions, but not how they could dare rise above her own blood bond. Not when she was like this! Weakened, and confused, and needing her Chevaliers. Her babies! Her blood! And now to have created an improper creature twice… and to have the first say he didn’t lover her, and this one to be crying over the human girl.

Crying.

Diva’s rage nearly hit its peak at that, and when Bridget turned his big, sad eyes on her, her anger took form and twisted her expression into a scowl. “Don’t you cry for her and not for me,” she whispered fiercely.