Can something that burns so rapidly calm the whispering chaos of your cries? Or is this all just an illusion. The perfect hypnosis. Like the humming of a sweet melody to your frantic brain.Drip.Blood trickled over the curve of Millie’s collarbone.Drip.Slithering over her shoulder.Drip.Sliding off and into the mass puddle of death surrounding her.The last petal has fallen, a queen is born, and the disarray of her world is about to shatter under her very throne.Raze “She knows too much…”