Andrev searched his memory, desperate, gasping for breath, but he was a hunter, not a warrior. He didn’t go out of his way to fling himself in the path of a ravenous beast just to get a handful of its fur.
The air hummed with energy, and then the tiger midair was a man once more.
“Are you going to behave?” Rastaban asked. His dark eyes flashed. “My powers are not limited to holding you still.”
And the man in the air began to scream.
Andrev flinched at the sound; it was raw fury and pain.
“Stop it! Free him.”
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