THIRD PERSON’S POV
“You’re mine, now.”
The sound of knuckles hitting flesh resounded throughout the silence of the room and Warren immediately toppled over from his place on the bed. He gazed at Alastair, wide-eyed, and tried opening his mouth to say something but it was already too late — Alastair had already reached for him, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and lifting him off the ground.
Another punch in the jaw and one more aiming for the gut and Warren recoiled in pain, waves of air coming out of him in short spurts and he could’ve sworn that at that moment, he saw her eyes turn a bright shade of silver.
“Go on. Catch your breath,” she taunted at him and sneered, one corner of her lips pulled up into an evil grin. “It’s humans with the likes of you that makes it even easier
