Rosalind had been spoiled rotten by Master since she was a child, and her temper was as foul as they came.
The second she caught the commanding tone in my voice, her face soured.
She shoved me, her voice shaking with fury. "Lynara, who do you think you are?"
"How dare you speak to your senior brother and sister like that?!"
Edwin stepped between us, his expression the picture of composed reason. "Lynara, don't be rash."
"The Dawnveil Sect was always a small, unremarkable sect. Master spent his entire life trying to make it flourish and never could. What chance would we have?"
"Besides, all of us have ascended to immortality now. Isn't that a glory the sect can be proud of?"
He reached out and took hold of my arm.
"Come now, be good. I'll take you to see the Sovereign. I'll make sure you get a fine celestial rank..."
But before the last word left his mouth, my short sword was already buried in his chest.
Edwin never even had time to react. He crumpled to the ground, eyes wide and glassy, dead before he hit the stone.
Every celestial soldier in the vicinity went rigid with shock. Blades sang free of their sheaths, all pointed at me.