The Pack's Dragon
“They’re monsters. Mutants. Freaks. Abominations.”
“Want to use any more insults, or are you done?” Lyric asked tartly. “You know they can hear you. And you do see Niarthen, right? I mean, honestly, if I were you, and he was sitting behind me, I wouldn’t be trying to upset him. He’s… well,” she smirked slightly and caught her lip between her teeth as she glanced behind, meeting Niarthen’s eyes.
Her merman smiled back, his eyes smoldering. “What am I, mia persuma inillium?” He asked softly, teasingly.