Rex looked at her, his expression shifting from smug amusement to a dark, predatory focus. He leaned in, his eyes scanning her face as if he were reading the very architecture of her soul.
"What the fuck is missing, Cassandra?" he asked, his voice a low, challenging rumble. "Give it to me."
"What part of my 'perfect' logic isn't squaring with your little moral compass for a demon like you who acts more like a fucking lowly human?"
"The part where you tell me what stops here!" she roared, her voice cracking with the sheer weight of her fury. "Not when the fucking purge stops, but it's you!"
"When are you going to stop?!" Cassandra clenched her teeth. "What is the limit that you will not cross? Because I've been in this kingdom long enough to know that the answer to that question determines if this becomes a civilization or a goddamn graveyard!"
"And I've been watching you long enough to know you haven't had the balls to say the answer out loud to anyone!"
