Standing to his full height, he strode over to Neetra as silently as any shadow might cross a floor. Indeed, the High Councilor didn’t realize he’d drawn the King’s wrath until Rishi was already bearing down on him. Neetra’s shrill words fell off, and he lifted both hands as if to shield himself.
Gib sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, wishing he could take Joel’s hand. He didn’t want to see any more violence tonight.
The King’s unscathed arm shot out and his hand clenched the front of Neetra’s doublet, bringing the miserable gnat within an inch of the ruler’s face. “If you ever call my son a bastard again, I’ll rip your wagging tongue from your mouth.”