She came across the white floor at a walk.
I could have run. There was nowhere to run to. I could have crushed my own Shard and walked out with sixth, and kept a little dignity. I thought about it for exactly as long as it took her to cover the first ten paces.
I looked past her, once, to the far end of the chamber. Arthur was in the middle of it all, between white fire and six-coloured light, his hair plastered to his forehead and a cut across his cheek, and he didn't look round. He didn't know. He had no idea that four girls had just torn each other to pieces in his name, and that I'd won.
Good, I thought. I'd tell him myself. I'd make him sit down first.
Then I drew what was left of my crimson round my wrists, and lifted my chin, the way I lift it when I'm most afraid.
"I haven't got much left," I told her. "I'd like you to know that it's going to be extremely annoying anyway."
"I'd expect nothing less," said Seol-ah Moyong.
