If I couldn’t get a handle on myself, all of Unseelie would soon be dead, and I would have a throne but no one to rule. Even that—a thought that would have normally shaken my soul—didn’t matter anymore. If she and I were the only two left in all the realms, I wouldn’t care. I would rule her. I would worship her. I would punish her. My chest vibrated with a growl, thinking of that worm calling Callie—or whatever my pet’s real name was—a traitor. I pulled his lower jaw off with an easy tug and threw it into the misty forest. A bit of tension ebbed as the sharp tang of black blood teased my nose.
