Nala's jaw was aching from the force of Roxy's grip, but the Tiger noble refused to show fear.
She looked into the human woman's eyes and saw anger, yes, but she also saw humanity. Soft skin. No claws. No fangs. A creature that bled easily.
Nala scoffed, a wet, gargling sound in her throat. Her fear morphed into indignation. Who was this weakling to touch her?
"Unhand me," Nala lisped, her voice dripping with scorn despite her precarious position. She flicked her eyes toward the throne. "My King! Will you allow this? She is a guest! A weak, hairless ape threatening a noble of the Citadel! If you let her harm me, the council will riot!"
She smirked, confident in her political immunity. Torian might desire the human, but he was a King. He wouldn't let a savage murder a high-born lady in the middle of the Great Hall. It wasn't civilized.
"She cannot hurt me," Nala sneered, looking back at Roxy. "She doesn't have the stomach for it. Look at her. She's shaking."
