"I still saved you, though," Rion said, his tone smooth and lazy. "Even when you didn't choose to stay with me. So I think I deserve some credit for that."
His smirk was subtle but smug, as though saving me had been something worth a lifetime of servitude.
As if I should worship him for it.
I wanted to tell him that he could have told me. That he could have spared me from the cruel surprise of discovering the Unified Alliance's decree, that my execution had been demanded.
But I didn't voice it.
Because that would have been too simple, and Rion Morrigan was anything but simple.
He didn't like playing straightforward, it seemed. Didn't like showing his hand.
And I knew, deep in my gut, that he probably relished the chaos that had followed me. The mess, the hunts, the blood spilled by rogue packs tearing one another apart. All of it had worked to his advantage. He had gotten exactly what he wanted without even lifting his blade.
Brilliant. Cunning. Calculating.
And I hated it.
