Tyboll

"What the hell do you mean you allowed her to leave?" I roar at my liege as I grab a vase from his desk and throw it against the wall.

Dmitri's eyes go amber. "Try asking that again, bear." His clipped, steely voice brings me out of my suicidal rampage. Dmitri can kill me with little more than a flick of his wrist.

Dammit. I'm losing my mind. I put my hands on the sides of my head and pull my too-short hair. "I can't take this."

"You will take it. ...