What Nix had done went far beyond humiliating Kather alone—it was an offense to every female with even a shred of decency. No female, anywhere, wanted to be forced to look at a therian parading around in nothing but his bare skin day after day. It didn't matter how striking or noble that therian might be. There were boundaries, and this crossed all of them.
Kather had always been known for his remarkable self-control. Calm, dignified, unshakable—that was the reputation he'd carried his entire life. But this time, the last of his restraint finally snapped.
He slipped free of Rory's arms and stalked straight toward Nix, every step radiating fury. Slowly, deliberately, he lifted his one remaining wing—the tips of its feathers ragged and uneven—then swung it forward with all the force he could muster.
Smack.
The sound echoed sharply.
