A rush of anger flowed through her all Anastasia wanted was to tear the two of them apart. She took a step forward but Darla held her hand and pulled her back. "Don't!" she whispered sharply.
Kaizan's face was buried in the crook of Tamara's neck. His hands were on both the sides of the priestess, caging her. His chest was heaving audibly. "I told you to stay away from me Tamara," he growled. He seemed to be in a wild mood. His claws and fangs had lengthened.
Tamara's chest was going up and down and she had her fingers threaded in his hair. "Why don't you give in to me?" she cooed. "It would be so much better for you." Her hand slowly slid to his neck and she stroked him there. "Don't you want me? Hmm?"
Kaizan pounded the wall with his fist on the right. Splinters flew and Tamara tilted her head towards his side. "Stop doing this," he growled.
