Blood splattered across the stone walls like abstract art as Sabrina continued her rampage through the dining hall. Bodies littered the floor—some groaning, most silent.
Every red-haired catkin male who'd been feasting moments ago now lay beaten, broken, their fancy banquet turned into a slaughterhouse.
Sabrina finally stopped, chest heaving, her white tiger ears twitching as she wiped the blood from her face with the back of her hand.
The crimson smeared across her pale skin, making her look even more feral. Her golden eyes locked onto Tianlong, who still stood calmly on the dining table, hands casually tucked into his robe.
"Now what?" Sabrina's voice dripped with irritation.
Tianlong shrugged his shoulders, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips. "What a good kitten I have, hearing master's word."
Sabrina's expression darkened instantly. Her claws extended, and she took a threatening step forward. "Tell that again and you're dead, you bastard."
