Chapter 15 Burn In Hell

• I mumbled in a sleepy, slightly hoarse, and defiant tone:
• "You're not going to call me 'Falcon trash,' are you...?" I said, leaning back in the pillow and stretching out my arms with a lazy yawn. "Since you didn't even deem me worthy of a proper wedding, I've had no choice but to console myself with pillows."
• Xandros, standing in a corner of the room, straightening the sleeves of his black shirt, tensed at my words. His amber eyes turned to me with a dangerous sterility.