Tharix stood there, and for a moment I swore a grin lifted his lips, those blank eyes gleaming with something akin to amusement. Though it was gone in the next blink, I wouldn’t let such a possibility lie. “Do you dare snigger at me, boy?!” I boomed, lunging for him and grabbing him by the throat. He was big, bigger than even me now. Somehow growing by the day as if he intended on dwarfing me entirely by the spring. His gaze dropped in deference. “I do not, Father,” he murmured, and I grasped his throat tighter so no more words could pass his lips.

