REINER
Isabelle had crossed the line.
In fact, she had crossed it the moment she first spoke to my mate — but now I had completely lost my patience.
Her eyes filled with panic as I slammed her against the wall - when she realized my claws were around her throat, my fangs less than six inches away, and that I was in no mood to negotiate.
Her hands gripped my wrists, trying to free herself: as time passed, her face turned blue.
I barely heard Mark's shouts, his hands on me as he tried to pull me off Isabelle.
But I had no intention of hurting her — at least, not physically.
No, I intended to set the record straight: and if I knew my sister even a little, I knew the weight of the truth and the consequences of her actions would destroy her far more than any beating could.
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