Bahamut stared at Lily for a long time, at a loss for what to do with her. The more his hands tightened around her neck, the more she smiled and blushed. At the moment, her face was almost as red as her hair, but he couldn't tell if it was loss of air or blushing. Not when she was smiling in ecstasy and breathing hot hair on his fingers.
Bahamut's eyes twitched in annoyance and defeat. He couldn't do anything. His threats didn't work, and she was clearly enjoying the treatment she was getting.
"Just stay out of my way. I'm not in the mood for drama," Bahamut said coldly and stopped holding her neck. Lily fell harshly, her knees hitting the hard, stone floor so hard that there were sure to be bruises, but she still smiled.
"I will be victorious..." she muttered under her breath.
"Pathetic..." Bahamut commented harshly and turned to leave. Lily watched his receding back and held her still blushing face with a drunken expression and crazy smile.
