Seeing his son's shock, Thorne realized he had shielded the boy too much from the jagged edges of reality. He had allowed Korash to believe their influence was untouchable. He let out a long, weary sigh and leaned in even closer, his gaze darting toward the door as if he expected the Tigress phantom to come through the wood. It was time to tell him the inner workings of the tribe, lest the boy's arrogance lead them both to the doom.
"Do not underestimate her for a single heartbeat," Thorne warned, his voice a dry rasp. "She is more dangerous than you can even fathom, with a mind like a serrated blade and a heart made of cold, petrified stone."
