As Tanner moved to stand in front of Harper, his stance protective, Harper assured him, "It's okay, Tanner, I really don't think she can kill me with her scowl."
Harper peered around him and raised her hand. "I have a question. Do you want to duel with me because you still believe you're Knox's anchor? Or is it that you need a whipping boy because you're so pissed off that you didn't get your precious votes? I'm interested."
"I am his anchor," she snapped.
Harper shook her head sadly. "Oh, Isla. How you do enjoy your delusions." She sighed. "And here was me thinking it was the second answer. After all, you do like to take your rage out on women."
Isla's eyelids flickered.
"Yes, you find inflicting pain and sexually assaulting the she-demons of your lair to be lots of fun, don't you? You're addicted to the high you get from it."
Isla hissed, ignoring the whispers of disgust that traveled around the room. "Lies."
