“I’m so jealous,” Fury said. “What did it feel like, killing a Monarch?” Yerin snorted. “Didn’t get him in a fight, did I? About like swatting a fly.” Uncle Fury closed his eyes and breathed in slowly through the nose as though savoring a scent. “Like swatting a fly…oh, it’s beautiful. It’s better than I ever imagined. The King of Dragons, swatted by a child. Like a fly.” He took another deep breath. “Perfect.”
