My gaze snapped back to Ella.
The human had made her laugh.
Actually f*****g laugh.
Rage rolled through me again.
Agatha took a leisurely sip of her drink.
“Although watching you murder an innocent civilian because he put a hand on Ella’s waist would certainly make Monday interesting.”
“I’m not going to murder anyone.”
The words came out around fangs.
Agatha looked pointedly at my mouth.
“Convincing.”
I forced them back.
It hurt.
Good.
I needed pain to think.
“What the f**k are you doing here?”
“At a bar?” She glanced around. “Drinking. Dancing. Being eighteen.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Oh, I absolutely do.”
Her eyes brightened.
I immediately disliked that expression.
She grinned wider.
I looked away from her before I did something regrettable and found Ella again imme
