“Curse the damn law!” Geoffrey screeched. “I AM THE LAW! Fine, I will go to father. I will quash this foolishness and then, dear brother.” Handy got to one knee and looked at the princes. Geoffrey’s claw was at Joachim’s throat, pinning him against the wall. There was a faint white glow about his claw. Both griffons looked roughed up, and Geoffrey’s bathrobe was torn. Oh, sorcery, how nice. “Then I will deal with you.” He smiled viciously as he let Joachim drop. So much for the scrawny bastard being weak.