Rowan:
All three were standing there watching me get my arm stitched up. Saint looked mad as hell. His arms were crossed, nostrils flaring. Gatlin looked bored, and I wondered if that wasn't just his face. But, Bain… Sweet Bain looks… green.
"Are you okay?" I asked him.
I smiled when his blue eyes went from my arm to my eyes, looking deeply into them. His usually pale skin was even more pale if that is possible. Something tells me he is going to… f**k. I leaped off of the table just as Bain fainted. I caught his head before it cracked against the tile floor.
Gatlin started laughing, and that pissed my monster off. No one will f**k with my kings; of that, I am sure, and friend or foe, that laughing s**t is disrespectful. Fur sprouted from my skin, and the sounds of my distaste for his
