The sound of conflict on the roof above filled my ears, and the desire simply to close my hand shut until my fingers met in the middle of his neck was strong, but since retreating to the art studio, Alexandra had been quite clear that she did not wish it done. “Forgive me, Alexandra,” I said, pressing my fingers in with a slight pressure, causing the blond human to struggle further to free himself, a dark joy filling me, “but why should I not just crush his head for his betrayal?” Alexandra grabbed onto the arm I held Caleb with, pulling at it, but I would not yield. “Because we’re not those kind of people,” she said, anger and concern in her voice. “Not just yet, anyway.” She tried again to lower my arm, but her effort proved to be in vain, her physical strength no match for my own. She met my eyes, and her voice changed, softening. “We all saw what he just did,”
