"I was before I met you," his tongue darted out to wet his lip. "At least that was what Blaise thought. He thought that having you, being with you made me weak," a growl thundered up his throat. "But apparently, he was the only one who thought that. How wrong he was, little lion," he bit down on her lower lip and pulled away. "You made me stronger. Powerful. More deadly. And that scared him and Riddle."