“Let . . . them . . . go!” Monte demanded, his fingers tingling against Connery’s vice.
“And why would I do that, Master Monte?” Moira weaved toward him. “Especially when there are still introductions to be made?” She clicked her fingers together and a piercing shriek echoed through the cave.
Claws scratched ice, the wretched sound grinding up the walls, ricocheting through the tangle of stalactites above.
“Cat sith.” Cameron’s body went rigid.
Finn shot to a sitting position, the pallor of his face only intensifying against the green light of the singe cord.
Monte froze as the great cat materialized from the shadows. The beast’s bulging muscles rippled beneath a sleek coat of ebony fur, its eyes glinting.
“Meet Bodmin, my greatest triumph yet.” Moira cupped her hand under the beast’
