Valka
"Oh, you know, that uncomfortable burn you feel in your chest when--"
"I know what it means," he snaps. "But do not liken me to your pathetic little lovers who feel. Everything I want, I take. Everything I desire, I own. There is nothing I cannot acquire. Why waste my time with jealousy? You already belong to me. You stand before me because I allow it. The very air you breathe is mine. That smart mouth of yours, mine. That witty, twisted mind of yours, still mine. Your body," his eyes run down my figure, flashing at the sight of my legs, and his fangs glint as he snarls vehemently. "Mine."
