The light in the kitchen came on and Marcus stood there with a smirk on his scarred lips. His red eyes stared back into mines as I stood there, waiting for him to say something.
“Gosh, she sounds good.” Marcus said as he sat, comfortably in my kitchen chair. “I would do her, too, if I wasn’t disgusted by what she was.”
“Too bad, you’re missing out.” I told him. “Now, what the f**k are you doing here?”
Marcus smiled and looked around the kitchen, nodding in agreement at the decorated interior that I put up.
“So, does your new beau know that you used to be apart of the Anti-Humans? Or did you leave that part out?”
“You’re a f*****g lie. I never joined that f*****g clan.”
