Victor's hand, still clasped in hers, was like a furnace. His aura was a simmering gold, thick with the territorial rage of a First Mate whose wife had been insulted. He looked ahead at Dimitri's massive, leopard form. The beast's tail was lashing, a rhythmic thwack against the road that sounded like a whip cracking.
"You can't help him by being soft, Felicity," Victor said, his voice a low vibration that seemed to come from the earth itself.
"Dimitri is the second strongest here for a reason. He lives for your smile, and he thrives on your scent. To hear a man dismiss the lives you've chosen to protect... It's like a knife to his core. He needs an outlet, and he needs to remind the group why he is the Silence."
