“I will slit his fucking throat and drink his blood, Scarlet,” I say, my voice gravelly, quiet, and goddamn serious. “He might scare you, and maybe it’s for good reason, but he doesn’t scare me. Because all those words you used to describe him? I’ve been called them, too. I’ve earned my distinction, I fought for my title, and whether or not he’s worth the fear he incites? Well, I’m still deciding. You got me?”
