Shook hands with the devil

“Give her a kiss from me” he teased her, knowing full well the type of kiss he gave vs the one Tamsyn would, were entirely different. He rubbed his shoulder possessively against Tamsyn as she left him. Ensuring his scent was much more powerful then whatever remained of Osmond’s. The words she gave Rhona brought a raised brow to his features. Tamsyn had gotten where she was from her own hard work.

They watched Tam leave together, and then turned to each other. Large wolf to mountain of a Warlord. “When we found her she was alone, lost to the world. Broken. I would beat every one of those bastards if they set a single foot in my door, Rhona. Can you live with that?” he asked her softly. Looking past her to the bloody mess Resin had left of the wolf. Alike indeed.

“In the Armada you will learn how to fight, how to care for yourself, how to be cared for. You will form bonds, and if you are abused by one of mine, I will break their nose. It won't be a soft life, but it will be honest. Is that what you want?”