“It’s done something then,” I commented flatly, eyeing her. “You should have just let him go. Doyouhave anyone to make you a new arm?”
As I pulled out my dagger and approached, I kicked Balor’s sword away. Not that he was any kind of threat. He was sobbing now, cradling his ruined dick, the arrow still protruding from it. His leathers were covered in blood, a thick pool of it beneath him.
“No,” the Carlin gasped, bronze teeth flashing as she panted from the pain of Gadleg’s venom. “No—I’ll let him go. I’ll let him go.”
I paused, halfway across the throne room. “Vow it.”
She said nothing, so I flexed my fingers around my dagger’s hilt and took a step closer. “Vow you will let him go alive or I’ll cut offbothyour hands.”
She bared her teeth at me in a vicious snarl, but forced out, “I vow to let him go alive.”
Then she slowly raised a stiff, trembling arm, groaning from the pain the action caused. She grabbed Lonan’s fragile body in a rough grip, making me snarl and take a step closer.
But before I could move another inch, she raised him to her mouth and tore off his shackled leg with her shining bronze teeth.