If anything this simply seemed to amuse Cinder even more. "Defiant to the end, is it? Well, I'm sure you need to show you can fight back somehow, considering your other efforts have been, shall we say, lacking?"

Pulling away from the wounded hand, the Chandrian watched Kvothe's face intently, drinking in his fear and anticipation as he reached down and took a firm hold on the smallest of the boy's fingers. "But that won't last. Nobody is defiant in the end really. Your parents showed that well enough."

And then he pulled the finger sharply up and to the side, relishing the crack of bone giving way.