"It was… You!!!" Hilary screamed, her voice cracking as she glared at me in deep, visceral shock. Her body began to tremble violently—a rhythmic, jagged shaking that made it impossible to tell if she was vibrating out of pure, unadulterated shock or a white-hot, bone-deep rage.
She stood there for a heartbeat, paralysed, before her expression shifted. "You are mine, mine!" she hissed. She opened her fist slowly, then snapped it closed, punctuating the movement with a vicious, predatory smile that promised either a wedding or a funeral.
Damn it! I thought, feeling a bead of sweat roll down my neck. How the hell did I end up with a girl like this? I looked at her, realising that I had just become the primary target for the most dangerous woman I had ever met.
Fine, chick. If you want to challenge me, then fine… I'll show you exactly how a true man honours your beauty and your body later on, but for now, I've got bigger problems.
