"Copulate?"
Eli's eyes turned reddish-black as he asked, "What are you talking about woman?"
"I-aarr-I..." Evelina struggled against Eli's tightly gripping hand, her attempts to move futile against his firm hold, which seemed poised to end her life without a second thought.
As the grip on Evelina's neck tightened, Eli's eyes remained impassive, devoid of any emotion as his mind conjured an image of a pink-haired woman with a beautifully twisted expression, even in death.
The wonderful memory of Prisania's deadly, crazed visage lingered in Eli's thoughts, fueling his anger.
Yet,
And this woman was trying to take that craziness away from him, to another bastard... He was going to kill her and anyone who was coming here.
"This woman is mine, and I will kill anyone who dares to lay a finger on her. Do you understand?" Eli's voice cut through the air, chilling in its emotionless tone.
