"Wild… ugly… daring?" she echoed, brows furrowed. "Show me where it went and I'll catch it right away."
Zane's mouth curved in a humourless snort. He reached for the spare knife on the table, its blade glinting as he levelled it toward her.
"And once you catch it—what then? Kill it? No…" His voice dropped low, almost a hiss. "I'd prefer break every limb and torture it to death."
The flash of memory hit her then, the truth unravelling in her mind as she berated in her head, reprimanding herself for drinking too much.
She shifted, leaning away from his aim.
Forcing a playful curve to her lips with a remorse expression, she whispered. "Mr. Zane, surely you can't think so harshly of this puppy. Maybe it was only upset… searching for comfort. Please pardon it." her tone cautious.
"Puppy?" He scoffed. "It doesn't look like a puppy to me. This one… lashes out, vengeful, stubborn every time I try to break it. I'm not certain I'd spare it any longer."
