Alana
As soon as the words left my mouth, a smirk formed on his face, then he rudely commented, “The infamous werecat, who betrayed her entire species. I wondered what you might look like, when I first heard about you.”
Curious to know his thoughts, I coyly asked, “Do you like what you see?”
“Not really,” he nonchalantly replied with a shrug of his shoulders, then he added, “You’re too skinny. You need a haircut. You need to clip those daggers on her toes and fingers. You need…”
Before he could finish pointing out all of my flaws, I cut him and grumbled, “You take being an asshole to a whole new level.”
“That’s right, kitten! I’m the king of assholes, and you haven’t seen anything yet,” he mumbled with his voice low and intimidating, causing cold chills to run
