The suffocating tension in the room snapped like brittle ice when Hebner stepped down from the dais. His face was unreadable, a stony mask of absolute, unyielding malice as he stood directly over the shivering, exposed form of his human servant. He did not let his gaze linger on the flawless curve of her hips or the wet, neatly shaved junction that she had explicitly laid out for him to see. Instead, driven by a surge of sheer, territorial frustration and the burning heat currently roaring through his own veins, the Sovereign of Voidmore swung his heavy, leather-bound slippered foot forward.
Thud.
He kicked her sharply in the ribs. It wasn't a strike intended to shatter her bones, but it was delivered with enough localized, brutal force to drive the air completely from her lungs.
