Marcella’s ego couldn’t handle how someone who should be her prey and nothing more was threatening her with her life.
And instead of trying to fix what had already been broken, she snarled like a crazed sadist, “Do you think I will let you get away unharmed?”
“I know so,” Anastasia looked over her shoulder and said in a cold tone. If this threat came at any other time, Anastasia would have been scared or even terrified. However, right now, she was unfazed by that threat.
Marcella scoffed and pulled the corner of her upper lip in disdain. A desire to prove Anastasia wrong rose in her head. And in the blink of an eye, she went and stood in front of Anastasia and Tilla, blocking their path.
“Well…” Marcella glared at Anastasia through her brows and then bared her fangs at once. She hissed and coldly said, “I hate to break it to you that you are wrong. I don’t care if you are the Queen. You’re still a human, meaning you’re supposed to be my food.”
