My runes settled into his skin. “What the fruck?” I meant the words to come out hard, angry, but they were . . . barely breathed. “If you won’t obey Doyenne Elmwood,” Typhon didn’t let me go, just dragged me closer to his face, his eyes dilating as he stared down at me, like he was the hunter and I was the prey, “Then you will obey me.”
