<We cannot simply allow these predators to pick us apart at their leisure, my child. We must seize control of the battlefield. shall not wait for them strike; we will decide where and when they attack. And use you, dear Mikhailis, as bait.>
He blinked, his round toddler eyes widening. "Eh?" he managed to utter, his babyish voice almost comically high-pitched.
The Queen leaned forward, her many legs shifting as she made her point clear.