Kingdom of Ash

thighs. Rowan still dwarfed him. Gavriel and
Lorcan, too. As if, even amongst the Fae, the
three of them were a wholly different breed.
“Here’s how this goes,” Rowan said to the
sniveling commander, his voice deadly soft. A
brutal smile graced the prince’s mouth,
setting the blood from his split lip running.
“First I break your legs, maybe a portion of
your spine so you can’t crawl.” He pointed a
bloodied finger down the alley. To Lorcan.
“You know who that is, don’t you?”
As if in answer, Lorcan prowled from the
archway. The commander began trembling.
“The leg and spine, your body would
eventually heal,” Rowan went on as Lorcan
continued his stalking approach. “But what
Lorcan Salvaterre will do to you ...” A low,
joyless laugh. “You won’t recover from that,
friend.”
The commander cast frantic eyes toward