Chapter 192: Punishment

Larz got up and moved away from her so fast, his movement was only a blur. "That is not your concern, human."

Her heart contracted. Human, not my breeder, merely human. What man could endure punishment and humiliation and not learn to resent her? Was this the first indication of a simmering resentment?

He paced in front of her and it was different from the kind a human man would do. He moved so fast she only saw a blur in different spots in front of her, each movement showing his agitation at their discussion.

"Please stop moving like that, you're making my head spin." She suppressed the urge to move behind the couch. He wasn't Parnell, wouldn't strike out at her in anger or perceived embarrassment.

He stopped and materialized in front of her, his legs braced apart, and one hand on his hip--the place where he'd draw a sword from?

Except she hadn't seen him draw a sword in a long time. Because he wasn't a warrior anymore and not allowed to use a sword.