The Rose Queen is furious, angrier than she's been in a long while. She cannot believe she is being forced to endure this from a pack of beast-kin mortals. Her desire to put a sword through Childermass, in particular, is at a boiling point.

Her nails practically cutting into her palms, she twirls to face the Count, her irises glowing with her rage.

"Give me him," she demands, pointing her finger at Childermass. "Use your bloodbond to give me him, and I will cooperate with your plans. The bounty will be left to the Queens!"