Chapter 89 Kindled Souls Across The Veil

• “Okay,” Alinta whispered, steadying herself. “I trust you.”
• “Good,” Angela purred, briefly softening as she doted upon her human counterpart. Then her expression hardened. She turned her gaze upon the monster before them, Draven, who prowled within his own anticipation, eyes locked on her like a predator savouring its prey.
• “You can cut the crap, flea-bag,” Angela snarled, feathers and fur bristling, every inch of her poised for violence. “Nothing you do will ever make us even consider the thought of you as a worthy suitor. Now yield or prepare yourself for the long-awaited arse-whooping!”