C7 Xanth

Anger and lust tangle in my chest as I escort Shaye back to her cell. She refuses to look at me when I leave her there, and I decide to let her stew. It burns me, but I’ll be back for her whether she likes it or not.

The taste of her is still on my lips. It's not enough, but it will have to do for now. I turn on my heels and walk away, hating how she's gotten under my skin