Elle had never felt such burning anger inside her as she felt now. Since a child, she wasn't one to raise hands. No matter what insults those people outside the slums had yelled in front of her face, she never bat an eyelid nor cared about it.
To her, the words they said couldn't hurt her or make her feel humiliated, at least that was what she thought until now where she felt her fresh wound ripped again.
Her hands rung as if she was a drum that had just been beaten. A searing hot pain transferred on her palms as it was her first time to ever hit someone, much more to their face.
Her golden eyes were met with the blonde vampire's brownish red ones. They seemed to have stared at each other out of shock where Elle was surprised her hand would move before her head could think, while the vampire was in shock that someone would ever dare to hit him.
