Wow, you must be pretty desperate to have fallen for a rotting corpse. Do you seriously not respect yourself enough?
“And just who are you to dare question my choices?” She growls, a guttural sound that quakes the air, lips pulling back in a virulent snarl. “What business it of yours to dictate my choice of mate?”
Wisps of frost flare to life between flexing fingers, a darkness vibrating from her being as she steps forward, slow but dangerous. “If anything, I’d say that you are the one who lacks respect with such a lack of self-preservation.”
















