The prince bowed to me and then rode toward Dyter. I glared at Tyrrik. “I was going to handle it.” He quirked a brow. “I could see. But we need Prince Kamoi alive to get into Zivost. And then you will need someone to train you there. Neither of those things would happen if you killed him.” “I was not going to kill him,” I ground out. Hit him, possibly, but that wouldn’t kill him. I needed to get a grip. “Of course not,” Tyrrik replied. He studied me
