Klara's POV
I couldn't believe my ears. How dare he call me 'his bitch'? It had been less than five minutes since I met him, and he had already managed to get on my nerves.
Would it be bad if I slapped that half smirk off of his face? I inhaled sharply, the black spot magnified and kept spreading throughout my body.
"What's that gross pore on her body? Disgusting" I rolled my eyes, that is what you get for harassing me, you fucker!
Unfortunately, my mouth has been restricted by his magic, fuck my life!
"Warlock Alrik, she might be cursed, or maybe her powers are rejecting our touch and presence." One of them stated.
Power my ass, this is an allergic reaction you Maggots!
Suddenly another individual appeared
"Leader! We have retrieved the money, let's..." His words hung on his lips, incomplete as he gazed at me weirdly. "Who is she?" He tilted his head, asking the others four around.
