om the rock, spun around, and lashed out with it.

he intruder's face, caugh

t could have been carved from marble. Davion Sl

om her wet hair down to her wrapped body. The disgust in his ey

ent. His brow furrowed, the disgust morphi

minated. "What trick are you playing now?

ing against her ribs, but her face remain

ran to the river to try and seduce me?" He looked pointedly at the fading rash on her face. "You

d away the fear. The arrogance. The sheer n

sm. "Your imagination is richer than your bloo

shock. The old Alivia would have been groveling, cryin

ked at him with the kind of disgust usually reserved for a cockroach in a soup bowl. "I too

tting distance between them. "And by th

e cracking just a fraction. The obsessive, desperate glint in her ey

e low and threatening. "If you come within

g him into the brush quickly, as if he couldn't sta

turning to jelly. She leaned against the

s affection is at -90. Your attitu

ng to a narcissist only feeds his ego. Playin

hunger was back with a vengeance. She looked at the

ine growing on the bank, feeding a trickle of energy into it. The vine twitched, then slit

cleaned the fish with a sharp stone, started a small fire using frictio

ach. She had just swallowed the last bite and was about to kick di