Why the display of power? That’s not your usual style. He was an ambush predator at heart, always showing his weakest face until the last possible moment. He fluffed his fur in irritation. They treat you as a petitioner groveling for leniency, but it is they who should curry mercy with you. “It’s your mercy they need,” I corrected in a low murmur. “Not mine.” You are my consort now. In matters of humankind, I am your weapon to wield.
