Foggy Bottom Way [m] el mar

Blood roared in his ears, nostrils wedged wide to take in the smell of iron right beneath his nose.

Silvertongue’s wildly snapping teeth would catch his shoulder, briefly, but the elation would completely cover the pain of the bloodletting. Yes, rip his skin and release the foul magic of your compatriot, witch. His single eye burned with the vengeance of a thousand. So interconnected was this witch, ripping off her head wouldn’t be enough.

Then, Father spoke. He shot him an incredulous look over the bucking form of the woman, pinned to the ground by both Valiria and himself. But, as always, he released.

But, for the first time in his life, Aquillius did not listen to his father. Instead of coming to his side, he padded around to the back end of the woman. Salmon curved to clean blood from his whiskers as he wrapped himself in shadow. It was like killing a beast, he thought.

Chew through the tendon, ensure they were hamstringed, then go for the throat. His breath shuddered. Only a little more, and he would finally be free.