If looks could kill, the Knight would be dead. There was nothing but pure hatred in her gaze, brown eyes all but burning red with it. Nina would admit she was all of those things- but she was not like him. She had a heart; she did not pray on innocents for her own sick sadistic pleasure. She wasn't a monster.

The only reason he didn't get blood spit on him was thanks to the way he held her mouth open. Instead, she growled - the sound primal and rising from her chest, the fingers on her still useful hand twitching.