"The boy knows his place, young pup," Hamdi snarled as his golden gaze flickered between Nyrielle and Ignatious. In a movement that would have been too quick to be seen by anyone who wasn't a vampire, the High Lord's hand dropped to the hilt of his sword, baring an inch of cold Darksteel while he took half a step toward the trembling Inquisitor.
Caught in the middle between Nyrielle's cool, reassuring darkness and the seething violence of High Lord Hamdi, Ignatious's knees buckled and were it not for Nyrielle's hand taking hold of his robes, he would have fallen to his knees.
