"There is nothing little about me, darling," Mina said, raising her jaw to a defiant level. Her blood was starting to sear her skin though. Something was going wrong. Terribly wrong. She'd never felt anything like it before, that power. And it scared her.

And the fear began to manifest itself in anger.

Mina's skin started to sparkle. The Fae infection was manifesting itself. Although she was far from hideous, Mina was not a beautiful woman. Not in any traditional sense. Striking, at best, perhaps. But as that power started to surface, she became something radiant and frightening.

The Queen.

All of that shimmer and splendor wasn't going to save her, of course. Mina knew that. She couldn't harness it, only manifest it. And she could feel the creature's power overwhelming her.

Time to play poker. Because, apart from bluffing, she didn't stand a chance.