12. My muse slams yours against a wall hard.
Axel growled as he grabbed Lena by the throat and slammed her against the wall, his hand tightening around her throat as his eyes turned black and his fangs extended. “You should have run.”

12. My muse slams yours against a wall hard.
Axel growled as he grabbed Lena by the throat and slammed her against the wall, his hand tightening around her throat as his eyes turned black and his fangs extended. “You should have run.”
