Chapter 547
"Really? So you know I only want to kill you this moment."
The motion, seemingly seductive in a mistaken idea, was met by the unsettling calmness of his violet losing to his bloody red. Making the woman's step flinch at the palpable threat. Taking the step back as the man before her commenced to represent in what appeared a controlled demeanour the deathly fangs of an unmerciful Fenrir, looking intensely into her sickening depths as the words could not be retorted at such natural show of his veracious contempt.