Beatrice had the mad urge to beat Yasmine into a pulp, and she clenched her fists to hold herself back from running at her and tearing her wings apart.
She knew it very well that the winged woman in front of her was much stronger than she was.
Taking deep breaths, she calmed down, before averting her attention towards Kyle, hoping that he would say something to support her. However, she saw that he was trying hard to not laugh out loud.
This caused the already fuming Vampire to grow furious as she used the flat of her hand to smack him on the shoulder.
However, no sooner had she done this, a bolt of pain shot up her entire arm that felt like it was being ripped apart from her shoulder.
A lone tear trickled her cheek as Beatrice gritted her teeth, using her other hand to hold the arm that felt like it was burning both on the inside and outside.
