Isaac growled, baring his teeth. Cyril smiled faintly, cupping Isaac’s face. His thumb rested on the corner of his stained mouth.

“Don’t go anywhere near her,” said Isaac through his teeth.

“Looks like Mummy hasn’t done a good enough job on you. I remember when thrall made you a monster. Either totally compliant or absolutely feral. You were so much fun to play with.”

“Times have changed.”

“Right. You picked a toy that is ...