Drey brought out the eviler side of Jacinda. He being the only one that could ever dominate her to 'pet' status. When she was able to unleash her enmity, she never passed up the chance. As the whip linked around her husband's neck, she yanked to for him to stand. Shouting over her shoulder to Oseron. "Get out fey." Her side glance back to him sent the guard immediately out the door. But not before leaving her one more loathsome stare.<br/><br/>As the rolling trap door closed again, Jacinda pressed her body against her husband's. Yanking at the whip, so his tall stature lowered to her level. "You'll take his place...licking up my pet's wounds. Then I'll see what<em>you're</em>deserving of...darling." The was an edge to her voice when she said the loving title. It had not sounded so tender, but rather pernicious. She undid the binding 'round Drey's neck. As she motioned with a tilt of her head, "Go." she said in a detached tone.