I should hate her. My teeth snapped about her throat. Indian sex But that still gave her five men, their weapons all prepared to cut down Rushina as they ringed her. “So what if you know she’s my heart,” I said. Especially with how honed my men were at combat, equally as adept as Rushina’s whore-guards. But his death was worth this sacrifice. My teeth bit in hard. I savored her blood even more than Rushina’s. The older rakshasa stood with imperial grace as she faced the carnage, watching her female guards being butchered. Why couldn’t I just hate her? He was a god. A whip cracked. “Aye.”
I’d forgotten I held the dagger still in my hand until I’d planted it into his chest. How could I have missed her true feelings? My fur sprouted as I leaped at her. You betrayed my Mistress!”
Her words were loud, piercing, reaching through the corridors.
