"Get… the hell out of my sight," he repeated without blinking, not even once. "I don't want to see you."
Abel shook his head, barely stopping himself from inflicting even a scratch on her. Deep in his broken and rotten heart, he wished for her to listen. Just this once. He hoped she would listen to him and leave because if she didn't, he wouldn't be kind to her anymore.
"I like you," he confessed in his threatening voice. "To an extent, I will make an exception and let you go alive. Do not take my leniency for granted, darling. It has its limitations."
He slowly retracted the tip of his wings from her neck. His eyelids drooped, swallowing the frustrating tension in his throat. His stiff shoulders then relaxed as he loosened his fist, accepting what he had already accepted even before everything came to this point.
As mentioned, he already anticipated it.
