CHAPTER 15: DANCE WITH THE DEVIL

• “Die, you human wrenched!” Galland hollered with so much hate setting the place ablaze by the intensity of his rage.
• When he launched himself at her, Leandra’s eyes burnt. She was reminded of the late night—witching hour, where she pushed herself until she no longer feel her arms. To feed on the strength she should learn, and to sacrifice the days her innocence has been taken.
• How dare them be mad, accused them of things, when Leandra, and all of the humans have more right to express their fury?!