Christabel tapped her foot against the table that Laxton had pulled in. He set the table with food and cutleries, even a steak knife. He clearly thought that she wouldn’t retaliate any further. She crossed her arm, her wrist still bleeding and staining everywhere she touches with blood. Somehow, the chain and cuff’s metal are made of werewolf resistant materials because the wound on her wrist isn’t healing and she couldn’t break them.
Laxton watched her wound get deeper as the cuff settled in her flesh. It looked painful but she still refused to give in, she even made sure not to show her discomfort. He sighed internally. How did he end up with a female like this? Someone who is too stubborn to show that she is in pain and needs some relief. Everything would be alright if she just gave in
