She lifted her left hand, the same hand that was still bleeding, that thread of light still bound to her, and gripped his chin. Blood stained his skin and dripped onto his black shirt and the skin of his chest, the feral marking making her already heated blood go molten.
So, I slammed her head into the kitchen counter and left her there to bleed out, alone. I think I may have even spat on her savage Leuxrithian face after I watched the light fade from those disgusting purple eyes.”