Aziza stormed out of the building and stormed towards the sidewalks, fuming mad and raging furiously at the way Damon spoke, the things he said and the tone he used. She was angry that he sounded more like them. That tone, that power, that rage, it was so similar, so alike, so much like alpha Dorian. She was angry because that was the exact tone that she heard for half of her life right before they let her know why she should never stand against them. Why she should never talk back, why she should never look them in the eye, why she should never have even thought of breathing in the very first place and coming to life as a child.
She tightened her hand into a fist, pushing back the urge to growl and tear something apart. It was neither the time and place and she was still Ivy. Not to add
