" You disappoint me, Cassandra. Your legends paint you differently," Daemon said softly, his voice thick with malevolence." I'm a Priestess serving at this Altar," she said, working to keep her voice steady. " You're mistaken, if you think--" He laughed softly. She stepped back from the sound and found herself pressed against the counter. " Do you think I can't tell the difference between a Priestess and a Queen? And the Jewels, my dear, name you for what you are." She bent her head slightly in acknowledgment. " So I'm Cassandra. What do you want, Prince? "