“Stop, wait,” I say, grabbing the girl by the shoulder. “Don’t touch me,” she hisses like a frightened cat. Her lips are swollen from a strike, there’s a bruise on her cheekbone, and a scratch on her eyebrow. She is beautiful and defiant. I seem to have seen her somewhere, but I can’t remember where.
“Do we know each other?” I ask, wiping a drop of blood from her brow.
“Don’t even hope,” she pushes my hand away. “You fool!” She simply walks off, defiantly flicking her light-brown tail.
“We’ll definitely meet again, Kitten,” I tell her, laughing, when she shows me her middle finger and smirks.
You’re wrong to do that, girl. I’ll definitely come back for you. Now you can’t escape.