“Don’t be silly. You already know,” the brown-haired woman’s voice was syrupy and snide. “Work for me. It gives you a tie to the outside world and gives me a first-class photographer.”
The blonde narrowed her eyes, furrowing her brow as she spoke, “That’s not what you’re really after.”
“Come now, whatever else could I want?” Her eyes darted to Jessica’s intricate lion ring, tipping her hand.
As Jessica shouted, her teeth elongated and her nails turned to claws, “The pride!”
Unprepared, the hybrid died, grasping a tuft of blonde fur.