"Stop looking at me, slut." Keyesen said coldly, his words dripping with venom.
Her expectations had been like a weight on his shoulders, pressing down on him and only making everything worse. He didn't see a supportive woman, he saw a lap dog who didn't know her place.
Who was she to expect things of him? She was just a convenient sleeve for him to put his arm around. She was pretty and she was easy, that was the extent of her use.
Many of the disciples had been too focused on the changes in their own bodies to truly grasp what was happening. The slap that rang out in the silence made them look over, but aside from frowning, no one did anything.
Even Bella's cousin did nothing at all. She looked over with an expression that was cold as ice, met Bella's gaze, and then looked away. As far as Mesalene was concerned, she didn't want to be associated with her cousin at all. Bella had humiliated them more than enough.
