Anger and attachments

He turned away from her curious stare, “You should leave. I'm in no mood for company tonight.”

Her eyes lit up as she figured out what he was feeling. It was quite simple after knowing him for a few centuries. Her crimson lips pulled into a sensual smile. She laid her long scarlet painted

fingernails on his desk, pausing to look at the new grooves carved into the shiny lacquered top, before walking around it toward him trailing them beside her. She didn't ask him about the damage on the desk. “What is it Lucas that makes you—look--

happy?”

He focused his irritated violet stare on her, “You always were a persistent bitch, weren't you Celeste? Always showing up when

you're not wanted.”

She asked, “You always get irritable when I show up. I think you're hiding your affection for me.” She knelt before him placing her long elegant fingers on his thighs. “Are you going to tell me why you feel amorous tonight, my Prince?”

He despised her when she called him that, “I think you'd

better le