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“Dove, do you know the consequences for betraying the Society?” Gideon warned him.

The wrist beneath Severin’s grip felt frail. “Do you know how easy it would be for me to snap your bones in half?” he asked instead of answering.

“You think you can hurt me? I will have you not only fired, but your entire family erased.”

Severin flashed a smile, allowing his true form to show through the illusion. “Hmm, I have a hard time seeing such a thing, Gideon. You are nothing but a speck in time, while my Clan and I are much more. You truly bit off more than you could chew this time. Luckily, I still have a smidgen of humanity in me.”

“You...you’re a man.” Gideon stumbled back, halting as he realized Severin held him by the wrist.

“Yes and no. I am male, but the distinction of man is a human thing.” Severin enjoyed fucking with the asshole.

“What do you mean, a human thing?” Gideon’s eyes went wide.

Severin could see the wheels spinning in the other man’s mind. He could give him food for his fodder. Severin lifted his left arm and flicked Gideon on the forehead, enjoying the way the man winced—a red, angry-looking lump formed in the center of Gideon’s forehead.

“You are a human man. I am not. I have never been human.” Severin opened his mouth, allowing his canines to drop.

“What are you?” Gideon mumbled.

“Something your feeble mind could never understand.” Severin squeezed the wrist harder under his fingers. Frail bones grated and cracked. “You should’ve eaten more iron, old chap.”

“Ow. Stop. You’re going to regret hurting me. I’ll bury you,” he threatened.

“Sev, are you finished playing around? I’m bored,” Thane asked in Professor Studdard’s bored voice.

Thana sighed, bringing all their attention to her.

“I’m bored as well. Do you know how hard it is to lie like the dead for hours and listen to his pompous ass drone on and on? Oh, and let me tell you, his thoughts are disgusting. He planned to touch me and—” Thana’s words were cut off as Severin grabbed the professor by the throat and tossed him across the room.

“I knew it. He will die wishing he’d never have been born,” Severin gritted out between clenched teeth.

“Mmm, I expect nothing else from you, mo ghaol. Can you remove his dick with a rusty knife first? He thinks he’s quite the lover, but he’s nothing but a small dick prick.” Thana’s form shimmered and reappeared next to the professor.

Severin laughed at the shock and horror written all over the prick’s face as he registered his captive was not only free, but she’d disappeared and poofed right in front of him.

Thana crouched, running her fingernail down his pasty cheek, loving the smell of his fear. The asshole enjoyed being the one who caused his prey to be afraid. Now, the shoe was on the other foot, and good old Gideon didn’t like it one bit.

She turned her nail into a dagger and dragged it along his other cheek. The familiar scent of copper filled the air, combined with another putrid smell. Urine. The fucker pissed himself.

“Oh my god, did he piss his pants?” Thane asked.

“Yep. Weak little human.” Severin spat the word like it tasted worse than ash.

“Not everyone is as blessed as us. Besides, his blood being inferior, he’s also got that little penis. I’d feel sorry for him, but...he’s not even worthy of that mercy.” Thana sliced his other cheek, taking pleasure in his cry of pain.

“You can’t hurt me. I’m a professor. I have people who know where I am. My research is⁠—”

“I don’t give a flying fuck about who you think you are, or what your research is about. You were a dead man walking the day you touched my female.” Severin’s hands settled on Thana’s shoulders.

“Fucks fly, Professor. Or rather, we can fly and fuck. Too bad you’ll never get to experience anything like that.” Thana flashed her fangs.

The man jerked back, his head hitting the wall behind him. “What do you want from me? I can give you access to the research we’ve completed. I can⁠—”

Thana grabbed him by the throat, standing in one swift motion with him held in her hand, holding him aloft. He grabbed her wrist, eyes bulging as she tightened her hold. She let him kick his feet, not bothering to dodge his pathetic attempts to harm her. “The only thing I want from you is your death and dismemberment. Not necessarily in that order.”

A silver blade formed out of a smoky cloud. She pressed it to his throat, dragged it down the center of his body, the sharp edge cutting the fabric, exposing his snow-white flesh. Not an inch of him showed a scar or blemish. Yet!

Thana slashed once, twice, and again. Before the man could react, she’d cut him over a dozen times. His cries echoed around them, but she didn’t stop. When the blade reached his belt, Severin growled.