Harry and her, they weren’t just lions, they were Tsavo maneaters. Two of the most dangerous, bloodthirsty lions recorded in history. She wanted to hear the screams of their assault pierce the air and shiver through her. She wanted viscera under her fingernails and chunks of flesh in her hair. She wanted blood to run down her face, for the metallic scent to permeate her, soak into her skin so she felt magnetic.