The crack splits across my face, white-hot pain spreading through my skull. My vision jerks sideways, the taste of my blood filling mouth as the ground rushes up to greet me. My left eye instantly swells shut, my lips bust.
And when I try to open them, that vicious presence clouds my dark vision.
"What was that?" the Dark King croons.
"Bastard?" I whimper, fingers scraping raw against the ground as I try to find my bearings. My footing. Gods, I can't see a thing. He might as well have rendered me blind with one blow. "It means your mother was a--"
A blood curdling scream tears my lungs apart as he simply grabs my arm and dislocates it from its socket in a diabolically gentle move. Yet, his violet eyes fix on mine with curiosity and expectation. "Tell me what you think my mother was, mongrel."
Pain and fury mix, ever my favourite song. "She was a bitch?"
