"Oh, I think I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm taking this pretty shifter girl with me." He snickered, pulling her backward with him, plotting an escape.
"Oh, I think I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm taking this pretty shifter girl with me." He snickered, pulling her backward with him, plotting an escape.
"Oh, is that so?" Odette could easily knock the dagger out of the mans hands. But Ambrose asked her not to use her abilities. But if it came down to it. "I don't think you appreciate the gravity of what you've done. Or who you've just threatened."
A wicked grin stretched across her face. Daring him almost. "But you're about to find out, little man."
Emalea was trembling under the sharp blade; the silver dagger pressed against her skin.
A tiny slice was made and Emalea screamed from the burn the metal made against her skin.
And that was all it took to send Odette over the edge.
No one hurts the people she loves and gets away with it.
She snapped.
