No way. There was no way Chrysalis would send the one changeling he'd be only too happy to tear a new, structurally superfluous asshole to tail him. And she'd been there this whole time? Handy shook with fury, but the changeling held his gaze. "Thorax," he almost spat out. "Scratch that, I will have changeling tonight." Thorax’s gaze faltered but then held firm.