”and yet here i stand,” the titan mutters a dry, rasping edge.
his eyes trail her as she circles, unreadable but watchful. she is kin, and that is what makes her most dangerous of all. physically, she is no threat to him. but mentally?
she is just as uncouth as the demon who sired her. her uncle takes cautious steps, moving to follow the circling of her gaze with his own.
still, some part of him loosens. not trust—never that—but recognition. “you have grown into a pest,” he says, the faintest curl of amusement pulling at his muzzle. “and even worse, a bold one.”
he takes a breath that rattles faintly in his chest and sits, finally. as if accepting that for now, the mountain brings company. “tell your uncle,” the king pauses, “where he is.”