The Creature had really hoped its father would appreciate the gift the brother-selves had caught. The human was exactly what they needed.
But when Ciprian spoke, the same uncomfortable feeling that had been gnawing at the Creature since Rowan had ruined its closeness to Wren replaced any satisfaction it felt.
It wasn't anger. It was well acquainted with that after what Rowan had done to it. Anger was loud and hot that made it want to destroy things. To destroy Rowan.
This was something else, something that made the Creature feel like it was the one being consumed instead. It had yet to put a name to it, but the Creature despised it.
"I'm not killing him," Ciprian said with an aggravating amount of finality.
His eyes were cold as ice. His tone not at all cooperative. He even went so far as to angle his body so that he was between the Creature and the human on the floor as if he were prepared to defend him instead of using him like the tool he was.
