"Let me tell you something Peaches," I whisper, my voice dropping to a rough growl.
"I won't be powerful just because I kill Elarions. And I am showing off my ability to kill them because it is not easy. They are worth being my enemies. Look at yourself,"
I speak and I do look at her. The cerulean hue in her eyes does something that I extremely hate from the depth of my darkened soul. I hate her.
One day I am going to kill her and hang her bones here.
"And real men don't get entertained like this. Real men don't need to. I don't need to break you to win. You'll do that all by yourself."
My gaze drops to the beauty mark under her eye.
Her eyes widen, her lips parting as though to speak, but I don't let her. I don't let myself go further.
Before she can react, I shift my weight back slightly and twist the lock on the door behind her. The latch clicks loudly, and her brows furrow in confusion just before the door gives way beneath her weight.
