"Is that so?" He seemed suddenly intrigued, raising a questioning brow, "And you think that's impossible, why? What has this witch told you? What lies has she fed to you?"
"If you have such a vendetta against witches, why did you fucking marry one you brute?" I yelled.
"Do you think in this life or the next, if I had a choice, I'd choose a witch as my mate? I had no bloody choice! I had or have no say in it whatsoever," he yelled.
"That's nice of you to say, you know," I muttered, pursing my lips, thinking it would somehow neutralize the sudden, unnecessary pain I was suddenly in. I adjusted quickly, straightening my face once again, "I don't care whether you want me or not, you have married me, you have taken me away from my family and won't allow me to leave. The least you can do is not make me feel like a fucking liability."
