“Umbra King,” she spat back. Her voice lowered so only he could hear as she said, “Or should I call you Bane?” An amused look crossed his face as he took a step forward, and shadows curled around them both. Before she knew what was happening, a shadow grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. “You will address me as ‘Your Grace,’ or I will carve your tongue from that pretty mouth of yours.”
Sheesh
