Chapter 10 Her Bite [Kristoff/Titania]

• “Enough!” my vision goes blood red and everything changes in that moment. The glass in my hand shatters, and I feel the sharp shards cut through my palm, blood trickling out hurriedly, the liquor mixing with it, making it sting so much. She screams and jumps away from me, and I straighten calmly to go after her as she sprints down the hallway towards her room, barely looking back.
• I stalk after her, each step thoughtful and deliberate – intense. I loathe her words. I loathe that she’s become my weakness. If she can insult my dear, deceased mother and is still breathing, then that shows I’ve gone soft. I hate that no matter what I can’t hurt her. I hate it.
• She lets out a strangled sound as she slips into her room. I jog a few meters and insert my foot in between just like I had done earlier, preventing her from slamming the door shut. This time around, she doesn’t struggle but backs away, stumbling over the edge of the bed and falling onto the sheets, her legs kicking at me wildly. “Let me be, you terrible man,” she howls. “There are plenty of girls in this city willing to honor your selfish kinks, why do you have to put me through the horror?”