Malrik POV

“My daughter isn’t a bitch,” Drethos growled.

I studied him a long second, wondering whether he even understood what he was doing or if he’d lost himself in some desperate bid to save face for his wife or the other family heads. It didn’t matter. He had crossed a line that couldn’t be uncrossed.

I stepped forward slow, calm. My voice dropped until it was almost a whisper quiet, lethal. “If you don’t want me to harm you…or your cute little family,” I said, ...