"I want you to take me down," Leo said, with a smile on his face, "And treat me like the King I am, Queen!"
Following his words, the room fell in complete silence.
Bane stared at Leo. His face, already a mess of grime and blood, turned a violent shade of purple. The jealousy hit him like a physical blow.
He has always been Bella's dog. He was the pet. He had spent years grovelling at her feet, begging for scraps of attention.
And now this random insect comes and dares to ask her to treat him as the king? He dared to demand her touch?
"You filth!" Bane shrieked, saliva flying from his mouth, "You dare? You dare speak to the Queen that way?"
He scrambled for his dropped skinning knife, his fingers clawing at the stone floor. He grabbed the handle.
"I will chop you into pieces!" Bane screamed, rushing at the hanging Leo, "I will feed your tongue to the rats! I will..."
CRACK!
Before he could cleave of Leo's tongue, a deafening sound reverberated into the stone room.
