#Chapter 14 Why Would I Wish Austin To Kiss Me?

Ellie’s POV

The Cathars Alpha, Gregor, looks at me with unbridled anger. His eyes glow a bright blue and I somehow lean backwards in case he tries to grab at me.

Austin has warned me of my sense of humor and how I must try to keep my sarcasm in check.

Noted.

But sometimes, some people just try to cut at whatever keeps your temper less raving, even when you are hanging on a rope that's six feet off the ground. They want to see you fall, want to see that bloodthirstiness come out of you even if you are not necessarily bloodthirsty.

I think he loses his confidence because all he does right now is stare at me like a black cat, but I don't accept the staring contest anyway.

I try to reason with him. "Look, whatever I said came out the wrong way. I didn't mean to cause any injury to your self-assurance."

He sniffs like a curious bulldog, irritated. "Oh, you think I'm injured? Maybe your perception of that word is twisted. How about I straighten that out for you, huh?" And the big bad wolf s