Pure aggression traced every line in Hybrid's body: from the stiff forelegs, the slightly arched back and the pointed tail. Hybrid regarded his inferior cousin with a sneer, rolling his eyes when Silas opened his maw to speak. Whatever the son of a bitch had to say, it would mean nothing. He was a liar and a coward and Hybrid knew this all too well. He had seen it with his own eyes and delivered a rather nasty, lasting scar. Hybrid smirked when he noticed it, a small gash that had since healed, but was there nonetheless.
The Russian’s eyes narrowed as he spoke, but his eyes disappeared momentarily when he nodded. Hybrid snorted, wondering what he was trying to pull. Some sort of cowardly trick, he suspected. He sneered again.
“Yeah, and for the rest of fuckin’ Inferni, eh,” he whispered seductively smugly, hinting with a bit of his tooth showing. Hybrid growled, low in his throat when Silas approached, warning the little shit to back off.