‘How can you do that? You just gave up half your energy,’ he growled, scowling down at her. She gave him a level look, eyes glazing over with blac...ness, and with a suddenness that sent him back a step, her form abruptly shifted, wings arcing behind her, inch-long black claws extending with a metallic shiver. ‘There’s plenty more where that came from,’ she drawled, exaggerating her Southern accent, the malevolence in her returning in an instant. He grunted, flashing his new fangs at her, to. Revenge, financial or otherwise wasn't necessary. During the next five months Janice called me at least once a week. She wanted to maintain a friendship. I suspected that Steve didn't know about these telephone calls. I was polite, but terse. The day of our divorce hearing arrived. Janice, Steve and their attorney sat on one side of the court room. My attorney and I sat on the other. Janice attempted to make eye contact with me. I ignored her. After all, she was divorcing me. Out of the corner. I don’t like my butt fucked like a common street whore.” She defended. “And besides you got me so worked up with that damn egg and all the booze, I didn’t know what I saying”“You sounded awful convincing to me.” I snapped back at her.“I also thought that is what you wanted to hear” she offered“Is that right? So you’re a fucking expert on me, now? I said, pissed now.She said nothing. She just looked down, worried that she had obviously pissed me off. I imagine the riding crop had crossed her. ’ Taking a deep breath he tried to reassure himself, after all, he was just being a good citizen here, making sure the girl got home safely. Okay so perhaps he hadn’t done it in the best way, but he wasn’t going to hurt her. By the looks of things though, if he didn’t manage to convince her of that pretty soon he was gonna be the one ending up hurt. Although he knew he could probably overpower her in two seconds flat, he froze. And he hated himself for that momentary helplessness. After all, if.