"Not until he lets you go," she said, staring at the Avatar, her jaw set with determination, despite the fact that she was beginning to tremble.
"She's pretty," the handler said through the Avatar, though Diane didn't know it. Her upper lip curled away from her teeth and she snarled, "Let him go, and stop looking at me, or I will shoot you."
"Feisty too," he said, but the Avatar moved his gaze from her back down to Tryson and his smile got even sicker. "Enjoy her while you can. You know Mark will take her as soon as possible. She's just his type."
A growl, deep and ferocious, rattled in Tryson 's throat and he jerked the things head, snapping its neck audibly, like a tree branch.
Diane gasped and scrambled back, away from them.
The Avatar relaxed, it's limbs losing all control. But i
