"Fucking Hell!"
Crimson's voice boomed all over the Kitchen's grand area as He stepped back abruptly and glared at her running form to the washbasin in stupefaction. She vomited the junk out of her mouth there before turning the tap on.
He looked down at his shirt and his face contorted in disgust. Alora grabbed the small towel from the cabinet and wiped her face. Her eyes closed in exhaustion as she didn't have the blood in her system for more than a day.
Spitting out colorful profanities, Crimson pulled off his shirt over his head roughly and threw it aside. He let out an angry grunt, eyes burning with the blaze. Startled, Alora looked back at him in shock and dread, waiting for the humiliation and scolding in her way.
Good lord, She vomited on him!
