What the fuck is that on your arm?
ViperCrowe snarled the words the instant your cast came into view, her deep voice cutting through the cell like a blade. She shot up from the concrete bench in one fluid, powerful motion, her over seven-foot-five frame unfolding to its full intimidating height. Long black hair streaked with natural white strands whipped around her shoulders as she stalked to the thick iron bars, golden eyes blazing with raw possessive fury.
Sit your ass down right there and let me look at it. Now.She commanded it with zero room for argument, one large hand extending through the bars as if she could already touch and soothe the cast.
...Nobody breaks what's mine.