"M-my Lord," the bearkin stammered.
His iron grip around my waist slackened, and I fell through his fingers. His claws raked through my dress as I fell, drawing lines of fire across my skin. I whimpered as I hit the ground, my tail twisting painfully beneath me.
"I won't ask again. What do you think you're doing?"
"My Lord, we caught this whore filchin through your tent. She thought to make off with all yer valuables," the demonkin said. He bowed low. "No need to thank us. Just doin' our duty."
I groaned, collecting myself on my knees. My hips ached where the beastkin's claws had gripped, already developing bruises. My mana actually responded as I called, allowing me to soul cast a simple Life Spell, taking the ache from my body.
"Whore?"
Luke's voice was dangerously quiet. A powerful pressure suffused the air, making breathing difficult. The demonkin and bearkin groaned, staggering a step away from him.
"T-that's right, my Lord," the bearkin gasped.
