“You’ll apologize,” he says, pulling Mattin’s arms until they are nearly yanked out of their sockets. Mattin winces. When he meets my eyes, there is little more than hate there.
“No,” Mattin spits out.
Seven clenches his jaw and yanks the man’s arms until he cries out. “Her name is Queen Theodosia, and if you won’t apologize for disrespecting her, I’ll let her men have you and I’ll describe your last moments to your wife so that she knows how pathetically you died.”
Mattin grunts, eyes dropping away. “I apologize,” he says through gritted teeth.
Seven looks tempted to extract something more sincere out of him, but that would hardly be productive. I clear my throat.
“I accept your apology,” I say coldly. “I hope you come to see that a woman can wield power beyond what’s between her leg
