"You know her as Marcie. I have taken her as my breeder and that gives me the privilege of avenging her honor." Larz saw the comprehension swiftly followed by barely hidden satisfaction. Parnell thought the Marcie personality was still in place. "She's a rogue agent. I tried to recall her, but she disappeared."
"Your lies will not save you. I told you, your sole purpose is to entertain my woman by suffering and begging for mercy."
Parnell spat at him again. "Never."
"You are a disgusting human. Instead of spitting like an animal, why do you not fight me?"
"Why would you want to avenge her? She's a snivelling little bitch, who couldn't go on an assignment without getting emotionally attached."
Larz reached out and broke two of his fingers. "You are not fit to talk about my woman."
Parnell screamed and cradled his hand. "You bastard, you broke my fingers. Who do you think you are?"