Xasha glanced at Luther with disgust. He could see the unrestrained lust he had in his eyes when looking at his daughter. His eyes weren't set upon an object of love or admiration, they beheld a sex object or property. There was seething anger raging in his belly. All he could think about was ripping that scoundrel's dirty tongue out of his mouth, then gauging out his dog eyes.
He sighed and calmed himself down. There were more important issues to deal with. That fellow will naturally be dealt with at a later date. There are very few things Xasha is unwilling to forgive in this world. Luther did not know he'd just made his worst enemy yet.
