Lance had no idea what was wrong with him; he only knew that he didn't want to be controlled while simultaneously feeling pleasure from it.
Like a puppy, he went back and stood behind Paige, becoming the beast guarding her.
Lance scoffed at himself in a daze, for having turned into a dog yet again.
Paige looked at the bloody guy.
"The one who just punched you is my cousin." She stated. A few students huddled together, eager for the gossip.
"So I am not obsessed with him." She lied, and unexpectedly, it came out smoothly.
"You called me a cold-blooded bitch." Paige sighed.
"Well, the police said that it was suicide, and it was indeed my fault for leaving her alone." Paige could hear a growl from the big man behind her, but she ignored it.
"Any more questions?" She asked and looked around.
The bloody nose screamed,
"It is your fault that she is dead!"