He had forgotten the proximity of his enemy to his woman. There was no doubt about that, but it still wasn’t confirmed that…
“…but you still can’t prove that what you’re saying is true,” I insisted.
My statement seemed to amuse him more than anger him.
“Well, well; what is this? You’ve got yourself a defender?” the lion sneered, and looked at Alexander with mockery. “She’s not as pretty as your wife; I mean, she’s different from her. But she’s very, very pretty — an American beauty… Is this your new female, then? Your mourning for the other one didn’t last long. That’s new. You dogs usually grieve for years over the death of your women.”
That was a wake-up call not only for Alexander, but for me too.
Somehow, my feelings were brutally crushed by the last phrase that came out of that m
