Zoey's eyes seemed to gleam with a twisted excitement, her gaze burning with an unnatural intensity. She took a step closer, her hands reaching out like claws, ready to claim him. Harry's instincts screamed at him to flee and he subconsciously took a step back.
Zoey's hand hung in the air and her eyes narrowed into slits, "You don't want to?" she hissed, her voice venomous, her jaw clenched in rage as she gazed at him, as if staring into his soul. "Are you keeping yourself for that slut, Valerie?" she spat, the words dripping with malice.
Harry opened his mouth to protest, "No, you're— " he began, but she talked over him.
