“At least you’ve gotten what you want...please, just leave me the f**k alone,” the imposter wailed, clutching his bleeding palm, shoulders trembling as he pressed himself against the wall, trying to look anywhere but at Mia.
Mia sat down close, too close, the scent of blood and dark magic thick in the air between them. She c****d her head, her hair brushing over her shoulders as she smirked.
“It’s so f*****g funny,” she murmured, her tongue tracing the corner of her lips, “how you try to look calm, when you’re just a psycho with a mask, shaking like a b***h in heat.” Her eyes glinted, and her wolf growled low under her skin, wanting to taste his fear.
The imposter hissed, sucking his teeth, but his jaw was tight, sweat rolling down his temple. His hands twitched, wanting to strangle her
