growl.
"Yeah, thought so."
sick alpha moves.
sits on couch across from throne.
"What are you? Some kind of failed experiment? Vrissian weapon?"
words mean nothing.
but tone...
curious.
not mocking.
not afraid.
just studying.
like scientists, but different.
still don't like.
"She thinks you're some kind of protector. Herknight. But we both know what you are."
I lean forward on throne.
metal creaks beneath weight.
watching.
"You're a predator. A killer. That's what they made you for. And it takes one to know one."
truth.
but not whole truth.
was killer before becoming Knight.
was weapon before mask.
was monster before metal.
but now...
now am more.
now I am hers.
"Look," he says. Voice softer now. Don't trust. "No hard feelings about the whole pit thing. In my defense, I didn't know you were sentient."
growl again.
he flinches.
"Okay, so I still don't know if you're sentient. But I do know we have one thing in common."
