Snippet #2449728

Ordinarily, anyone in her grip would practically have to tear the arm off in order to be free from her but it felt like something inside her began to crumple at that very moment. Her expectations, her desires.. were they all in vain? Why was it that no one really wanted to be around her? She wasn't bad looking, was she? Scarred, maybe.. but everyone had scars, some were inside and, in her case, some were outside. The way he acted though - it was as if he was repulsed by her; other guys would be throwing themselves over her but not him. He was different.

She looked down, suddenly chastened, and covered her exposed chest then pulled the gown over her body. Geez, what had she been thinking? Tawny got to her feet and winced from the sting of the recovering wound; it was patched up, maybe, but there was still a lingering pain.. and somehow, she didn't quite enjoy it this time. The Coronai approached his desk apprehensively, keeping her gaze downward. "Sorry..I.." Tawny sighed, "I don't know what came over me." She clenched her fist, letting her nails dig into soft flesh, "You must think I'm a freak."

Maybe.. sometime.. in a different world..in a different life, she'd have her chance to make it up to her flyboy.