You want to show me your wrath? You want to hurt me, so show me. We can take this to the bedroom if you like—the bed might be reduced to kindling, but I’m willing to take that chance. Now fight me,” he growled aloud, his obsidian eyes narrowing to angry slits. “Show me what you are becoming.

I met his eyes because I could not refuse them... they were the color of a storm clashing with a setting sun.

Certain battles were won by retreating.