ZINA
He grinned like he found the entire situation funny, "Fine. I shall stop here now lest I break all his bones before he even meets his match in the tournament."
No one word could fully encapsulate what Daemon was like. He was like the predator who was circling another predator, and something about the way he moved so lethally while breaking both Yaren's bones and soul could only be described as Controlled Violence. And that fact only served to make Zina even more uncomfortable.
They shouldn't be fighting.
That wasn't fighting. No, Daemon shouldn't be beating the shit out of his brother.
But she said nothing, knowing that this was certainly not a matter for her to interfere with.
