His infuriated eyes which were the coolest, most iciest shade of blues yet burned with hellish fire as he kept his glare on her. Having his heated glare on her coupled with his fist still nestled in the slightly visible dent he just made on his car in his fury worked their magic in making Alaina nervous as she gulped and tried to find something to say. Come up with anything that wouldn't be a colorful little adjective with which her mind is abundantly filled every time Alaina thinks of the name Ivar.
"Well I didn't ask for it." Came Alaina's meek comeback.
Stop being ultra lame in front of him Alaina! She scolded herself in her head after realizing how mellowed she became in her words once he made a display of his 'oh so manly' strength.
Such a show off! All Alaina could do was sneer at him in her mind imaginatively rolling her eyes.
