"Splat",Angela came back to reality with a shaken half-made wine soiled on her dress. Perhaps the images of Leo and his absence may have gone deeper than she would like to admit; and a direct pour of wine to wet her perfectly designed party top would jog her life back to reality. The gaze and the inner wolf she had not planned on awakening rose as a result of her anger. She wasn't going to let anyone who ever hit her away from fantasy land and thoughts of Leo get away with it. Stab, s***h, claw, slap, death stare. A variety of options that would momentarily end or hurt the person came to mind as she turned and saw basically what looked like an angel from heaven above down to earth.
A beautiful round face with a set of blue eyes, well-ripped muscles with a little cleavage showing his uppe
