"And you saw your sister, right? She's already buying into it, whatever I say to her. Soon, like those moans you heard in the bathroom last night, you'll hear another one tomorrow—Lila's."
Tila's face twisted, her black hair a wild tangle, her power-suppressing collar glinting as she launched herself at him, her fist swinging, her voice a raw scream.
"Fucker! Stay away from my sister, you sick bastard!"
The air crackled with her rage, the room's stale scent of dust and sweat sharpening as she lunged.
Kael sidestepped smoothly, his reflexes sharp, and grabbed her wrist, twisting her arm to pin her face-down on the cold floor, her cheek pressed to the wood, her breath hitching. She thrashed, her legs kicking, her curses a torrent.
"Get your fucking hands off me, you piece of shit! I'll rip your fucking throat out!" Her voice was venom, raw and unyielding, her body straining against his hold, the collar humming faintly.
