Page 44 of Amethyst and Iron
I swallowed hard. “I asked you a question.”
“Yes, you did. And you continue to be impetuous, to display arrogance and attitude when you know you are severely outmatched. Stupidity doesn’t quite cover it with your approach here—antagonizing an enemy when you should be pleading for mercy.”
“I don’t beg.”
“That’s not entirely true now, is it? I believe your interactions with Sylas Morgrave are an exception to that? Perhaps the Immortal as well? Maybe even that hybrid bitch of yours? Then again, it is no surprise, given who your father is.”
I jolted. “What?”
“Your father knelt to your mother.”
“What do you mean?”
“He was enamored with her. Star-crossed lovers. That pathetic mess that compromised his judgment several times over. Namely, in creatingyou.Hybrid filth.Bornhybrid filth—between an Ancient Vampire, an exceedingly pure bloodline that he stemmed from, mixing with wolf trash.” He hissed and shook his head with disgust.
Adrenaline and rage collided.
I could feel my dizziness wearing off substantially now.
I was breathing a lot easier.
The gashes in my head had healed.
That creepy grin spread over his face as he noticed, not even a moment for me to feel better and make a move before that had occurred.
“Go on. Take your shot.”
I shifted my weight.
“Fist to the left temple. Hmm… not advisable. Given our height differences, you’ll have to overextend. It will compromise your speed, which is already weak compared to mine.”
My gaze darted elsewhere.
“No. You can’t rip my heart out. Even employing your wolf claws, my durability will prevent you from reaching deep enough, especially with a single propulsion of your fist.”
I shifted my gaze again—this time to his throat.
He went to speak, to discount the move he believed I was going to make.
Not so, fucker.
With a burst of speed, I thrust my boot—
Straight into his junk.
With the full force of my hybrid strength.
Given the pain threshold he’d demonstrated, I didn’t expect him to retch and double over. But I did expect it to momentarily stun him.
And it fucking worked, he went rigid, even grunting.
It gave me the opportunity to execute my real move beneath the subterfuge, and I thrust my hand forward with my speed, intending to drive my fingers into his eye sockets.
If I couldn’t currently overpower him, I could compromise him.
I was a half an inch out from connecting when he snagged my wrist, his eyes staring down at my fingers right there, so close.
“Good youngling.”
