Dravyn turned his head slowly back to Andrel. Released him. Took a single step back, and in a voice tight with suppressed rage, he said, “If you ever touch her like that again, I will find you, and I will not simply remove your hands—I will carve them off in the most painful, gruesome manner possible.” His voice slipped into a growl, so low I could barely hear it over the pounding of my pulse. “But don’t worry: I’ll be sure to cauterize your wounds when I’m done.” A flame, wicked and blazing white, appeared in his hand. “I am a most generous god, after all.”
