Syris had never had the thought of confronting his father before.
But after mating and staying with Roxy for a long time, her bad behavior was rubbing off on him, and all he wanted to do was get into his father's face, recklessly punch him, and curse at his face.
Like Roxy would call him, he wanted to be a bad boy again.
Vipersan, the Serpent Lord, stood opposite Zarek and Syris. He had expected to look down. He had expected to see the Runt, the scrawny, pale, shivering disappointment that he had kicked out of the swamp years ago.
Instead, Vipersan had to crane his neck up. Syris filled the sun above him on the grass.
The snake prince was no longer the malnourished boy who lived on scraps. Months of nutrient-rich food and the potent bond with Roxy had triggered a biological metamorphosis.
Syris was broad-shouldered now, his chest thick with muscle beneath his linen tunic. He stood taller, not taller than Zarek, but his frame was elongated and powerful.
