"You have exactly one minute to tell me why you broke your rules of 'no dark magic' just to make me miserable."
Dallas's fingers were still wrapped around Lydia's neck, tightening his grip around her neck.
Lydia continued struggling to yank out of Dallas's grip.
His grip was very strong. His eyes blared a daring red and his fangs stuck out.
He was mad and he could have Lydia killed if he could.
But instead, he released his grip, watching her stumbling back, fighting to catch her breath.
Meanwhile, Sharon watched all these unfolding, leaning against the wall.
After gathering her breath, Lydia stands upright, adjusting her gown.
"Now, wasn't that too violent for you, my dear?
The first sentence flying out of Lydia's lips is a sneer.
"Why. Did. You. Throw. Me. Into. A . Time. Loop?"
Dallas growled.
"This is the last time I would be asking that question.
