Raven's Watch rottning allra

She wanted to pull his face off his stupid, brash head. Inwardly, a fire stoked and cracked and blazed angrily as he gave her a disgusting southern name. Inwardly she already had every cause she needed to tear him to pieces and chew on his worthless, stinking bones. Yet the only show of this was the calm, slow lick of her canine.
She looked at his stupid expression, and took a slow, sensual step forward, grinning slyly. My brother is going to kill you, and my punishment will be worth how funny it is. She thought cruel, dangerous things, funnelling them through the guise of sexuality as she drew nearer.
Is that so? She inhaled his scent. He stank. What gives you this hugmynd - this thinking that you are worthy to, she paused her approach, 'get down' with me?
Stjornuati was going to give her pain over this, but she didn't care. This was her game, and only she knew the rules.