Squinting his eyes at her, he bent slightly towards her, watching her intently before standing properly.
"Did you really have to say all those things because of pills, Annabelle?"
"What's wrong with what I said? Aren't you by any chance my mate?"
"You are unbelievable," he replied, looking away from her.
"Oh, I get it now, you're my rejected mate, aren't you–" she was interrupted as he swiftly covered her mouth with his hands.
"Annabelle, shut up! Or else," he threatened, giving her a warning glance before taking his hands off her mouth.
"Are you taking it or not?" she whispered after some moments of silence, but got startled when he slammed his hands on the counter where she was seated, his eyes repeatedly changing from blue to gold, his dangerous demeanour flaring up, and she felt like prey.
The glass cup slipped from her hands and scattered into pieces immediately upon contact with the floor.
