Callidora's POV
I smirked as I stared at the unconscious woman in front of me. This was the first time I was staring at her closely. She was one beautiful woman, with her spotless face, unlike me who had small scars on my face. She had dark brown hair. Her face was oval and it complimented her olive tanned skin. One thing I was jealous of was her blue eyes. It reminded me of the deep blue sea at night, unlike my yellow eyes. I didn't like it one bit.
I was forced to touch her hair to feel it and know how soft it was, but I decided against it. I scoffed as I marched her on her face. She didn't even shake or move and that was because she was still unconscious.
She have the f*****g nerves to come to my room to ask me what happened to Dorris. Like what even gave her that audacity? Simply b
