To Marry a Monster
Her entire strategy was laid bare in the dirt, her face burning with the sting of the physical blows and the absolute ruin of her pride.
I touched my own throbbing jaw, my resolve hardening into iron as my steady, lethal gaze forced her to take a half-step back. Bianca fought to keep her panic from showing, pulling her cold, indifferent mask back over her features; for an elite Whitmore vanguard, showing vulnerability to a lesser pack was a fate worse than a silver bullet.
"If you want to fight this out to the final carcass, Chika, I will gladly accommodate you," she hissed, her eyes flashing with venomous promise. "Let's see who populates the trenches when the snow hits."
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