Hours later Ana returned to her room, stumbling drunk.
“Ana, you’re drunk? Again? Do you have a drinking problem?” Adrian asked as he walked to the mirror, after seeing it clear on his side.
“Yeah…you!” She spat, pointing at him. It was obvious to Adrian she was still mad.
“Anastasia…don’t cross me, baby girl!” Adrian said suddenly angry as his eyes flashed pale golden.
Ana looked at him startled, suddenly sobering under that glare. “Honestly, just how dangerous are you?” It was easy to forget what he was through a mirror.
Adrian smirked and put his forearm on the wall above his mirror, leaning right into the mirror, his eyes intense. Let's test this...
“I am the dark foreboding path through the woods you have always been warned not to go down.” He growled in a purely dominating s**
