His breathing was still short and uneven due to controlled fury. He’d rather not look towards her yet since for sure his eyes were still blood-red from fury. He focused on the sweet scent that enveloped him to find the calm he needed.

“My hand, can I have it back?” Her voice was the exact opposite of the sweet delectable scent she gave off. It’s authoritative and ironically female to the core. No other choice but to confront the situation head on. He turned to face her mustering a smile that he hoped didn’t give away his inner battle. He also wished that the lights would guise his blood-red eyes....