The venom tightened through him.
He spasmed.
Foam flecked his lips.
“Defanged and declawed would have been generous,” I added.
Richard convulsed hard enough that his head struck the ground.
Once.
Twice.
I stood and watched.
Because I could.
Because I wanted to.
Because somewhere beyond the trees, Perse was still cleaning up the damage men like him had done to her life. Because Penny had just burned an Alpha into ash. Because three Bloodclaw patrols were dead at the border. Because Rachel had spread her poison for years and Richard had smiled through all of it, thinking himself clever.
Richard’s breathing turned wet.
Then shallow.
Then thinner.
His hands twitched once against the mud created by his own piss.
Samael watched through my eyes, satisfied and still hungry.
Richard
