"Unhand her!" Theo shouts, jumping to his feet.
Faidon sighed, thinking that this was all a waste of his time. Maybe it was to him. After witnessing his speed, I can tell Theo has no chance against the Were. Was he really a Were?
I eye him up and down while trying to wiggle my wrist free. But his grip is steely, almost bruising. "I think your head is going to be put on a spike," I grumble. "You will leave bruises."
Faidon frowned down at me, glancing at his hand. "They'll heal before Eryx sees them."
If I had a wolf, that might have been the case. I do not. Aghast and annoyed, I stomp on his foot. Faidon quirks a brow at me and shoots his hand out, stopping Theo's advances and holding him by the throat.
"Let him go!" I demand, putting the air of a Princess on.
