IRIS
“I never thought I would tell you this, Bastian, but you are a f*cking i***t,” I tell him through clenched teeth, doing my best not to smack the smirk that crosses the stupid blonde's face who is standing next to him.
“Watch how you address your king,” the blonde tells me, and I clench my fists, digging my nails into my palms.
It's funny, until a couple of days ago I couldn't have imagined that there was a single person in this world that I could hate more than the rogue b***h, but clearly, I was wrong, the hatred towards Elina is based more on a sense of not so friendly competition between the two of us, and somehow I admire her strength, but with this stupid woman in front of me it's just a visceral hatred for everything she is, her very existence disgusts me, and everything she
