Altair could only remember a single time he had shrunk beneath his mother's stare. He couldn't remember the location, but he knew it was in a city where he had run off without telling her. Every hair on his body lanced up, and a strange sensation crept along his legs.
That feeling had returned now under Medusa's stare. It was a mother's stare, one so disapproving it made his stomach wrench. He tried to apologize, though he felt he had nothing to apologize over.
Tasha was his. And he could do whatever he wanted with her.
'Still, you would think I killed a puppy.' He tried ignoring the look, but could one ignore a cobra when it was rattling its tail?
