A loud thud made on Elliot's forehead a couple of times, making him hiss so bad.
Just when he thought he wouldn't be knocking on death's door anytime soon, he was on his knees, trembling from the sharp pang that bloomed his groin.
Anasthasia flipped her hair as she cleared her throat. "I guess having human blood and flesh now flows through you, enough to corrupt your thoughts and feelings, Elliot."
Elliot groaned for a minute, curbing from the lingering pain, as his vision blurred when tears overcrowded his eyes from such impact. His lips went rather pale while panting afterward.
It took him some time to process what her words meant. He was mortified to hear such words from her mouth.
"How could you disregard what I feel like it was superficial?" Elliot clenched his teeth, trying to control his frustration. "I told you, I'm taking my chances—"
