"What do you mean you can see it in my eyes? See what?"
I tried to feign confusion at her words, hoping that the dense Sultana from before remained right in front of me instead of this sharper, crueler version that was crouching and staring at me, but of course... I was out of luck in that regard, and honestly, I wasn't surprised either when she leaned closer and whispered directly into my ears, the older, stronger Jackalkin not giving a damn about my personal space.
"Don't play dumb, pup. I can see it in those ambers of yours; a thirst so carnal and dark that it can make eyes even as beautiful as yours dim. Your lust for blood and desire to flay flesh simply for the hell of it. I can see it, I can smell it..."
