You’re scaring people off with that look.”
His expression darkens. “What look?”
“That one.” I wag my finger in his face. “The one that says I’m big, I’m bad, and I can chew you up, spit out your guts, and use your bones for toothpicks.”
The warlord’s face blanks with surprise. You’d think I just morphed into the Hydra and grew some extra heads.