*Trigger warning, s*xual violence*
Wren’s azure eyes flicker for only a moment before returning to normal.
"It is all a matter of opinion, I guess Sire…"
Wren spits the word which usually shows respect through gritted teeth. If he didn't understand from the word alone, the defiance in her eyes is enough for him to know her thoughts.
"...and since it is much too early for you to have formed one around me, I am not sure why you would say such things. That aside, I still need to know what is happening. Why am I here?"
Easton looks straight into her azure eyes, he hates that he likes the sound of her voice, he hates that he likes her talking back to him in such a way, he hates that he likes her scent, he hates that she is by far the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on.
Easton p
