He grabbed her other leg and held it off of him, snarling at her. She didn’t so much as flinch, still looking up at him confidently with that smug grin and those damned eyes. He could give her a nasty shock and pull her in for another bite, and hungry as he was, it took a not-inconsiderable portion of his will to shout down the voices in his head urging him to do just that, the pangs, pinches and lurches he felt deep within him at being denied sustenance, the memory of the sweet liquorice taste of Thorax’s blood as it—