297 Avenging Angel (3)

[ Harry ]

On the rooftop, he helped Aila stick Clint to the wall of the fire exit using a hammer and nails. The hunter, Clint, didn't even flinch as the nail bit into the palm of his hands, shoulders, and feet. It enraged Aila more. She didn't let it show; her face was as smooth as a marble stone statue, her face expressionless except for the burning hatred in her eyes.

But the Queen revealed the venom in her veins by her actions. Now, he was all for revenge and thought he had a pretty good stomach for such things, considering the torture he'd been through, the brawls he'd been in and witnessed. But Aila's fury was like no other he'd ever seen.

Or maybe it was different because she was a hybrid. Davian mentioned her blood lust possibly harmed those around her, those she wouldn't want to hurt. But so far, it was aimed at the hunter.