'MORTAL, COME BACK...
Mor--TONY!
Damn it! Didn't I tell you not to bring that hex...'
Fire's mental rant melted upon realizing that he couldn't link with his mate. For a while there, he was confused which of the two was more agitating – her, walking out on him so fast that one could mistake that she was escaping ten devils. Or the fact that she never obeyed or listened to anything he said.
He was more than sure that he sent his message across crystal clear. In fact, he had already lost count of how many times he repeated himself to her from the time they got to her lair until she closed her eyes inside his arms last night. Was his command really that hard to understand? How many times more should he order Tonya not to touch the insolent child or keep that hex bag! The lowlife chi
