The Grand Foyer was dead silent. Even the dust motes seemed to freeze in the air at Syris' question.
Will you hate him forever, too?
Syris watched her, his heart braced for the impact. He knew the answer. She was a mammal. The Tiger was her first. In the stories, the first mate was always the true mate.
Ren stared at him, her mouth hanging open. Then, her face twisted in annoyance.
"That," Ren shouted, her voice cracking, "is the stupidest question I have ever heard!"
Syris blinked. The guards gasped. Kael let out a growl.
"Of course I would hate him!" Ren yelled, struggling so hard against the guards that Viper had to grab her waist to keep her from face-planting. "If he killed you, I would kill him myself! I would drag his giant, furry ass into the swamp and feed him to the crocodiles! And then I would jump in after him so we could all be digested together in a big, unhappy family stew!"
Syris stared at her. "You... would feed the Tiger to the crocodiles?"
