I wanted to pull away, but Ender’s hand remained tightly on my waist and his eyes remained on me. When I could no longer bear it, I forced myself out of his hold, only for something sharp to graze my back, cutting me and leaving a long line in it's wake.
I screamed, clutching where his hand had been, and found a smile on his lips.
"Raven…" Logan jumped forward, and Ender turned back to him.
"What if she bleeds to death?" Ender entered, stopping him. I lifted my hand from the nasty, long gnash and found warm fluid. My blood.
"You bastard." Logan growled.
"I am worse than that." He lifted his hand in the air, showing claws in place of hands. Claws that slashed me.
"And she is only human." He added.
"One way or the other, she will get hurt. And I know I don't want her to die yet, I bel
