MIRABETH’S POV The sound of bones breaking left me with a satisfied feeling. The servant I had hurled, hit the floor quickly, her limbs twitching. Blood trickled from her nose and I stood over her body, breathing slowly through my nostrils. I was waiting for the heat in my chest to settle a little, but it didn’t.Behind me, Kael let out a soft laughter.“You are always so predictable,” he said in a light tone, like I hadn’t just killed a servant and the floor was stained with blood.I turned my head slightly towards him. He was sitting on the couch in front of me, like he owned it, with one leg crossed over the other and his posture was way to relaxed for something that wasn’t even in his own pack.He looked like nothing or no one in the world could touch him and that alone made me want to.“Oh please, shut up,” I hissed.Kael smirked. “Hey, I’m only observing here,” he grinned. “You fail at a plan, you rage, take out your anger on other people and try to make yourself feel better.”
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