"Did you just call me a wench?"
Luna wanted to yell at him but she settled with a shaky whisper.
His vampire ears could hear her perfectly fine, anyway.
Apollyon gave her a half-shrug while wearing an expression as if saying, 'So what?'
As her jaw tightened with scorn, Apollyon's scowl was full of resentment as if he couldn't stand the sight of her but he just couldn't look away.
After all, she was the reason why he felt sickly hot and sexed up at the same time.
Luna admitted it was a gorgeous combination of his superior physique and his deep, husky voice.
If other women saw him aroused like this, they probably couldn't keep their hands off him.
All she wanted to do at that moment was to kiss him senselessly and bite every inch of his skin but she had to remind herself over and over that her husband just called his wife a 'wench' and it was just unacceptable.
That was the last straw.