The kitten had claws, and they were sinking further into her skin. Margot flinched, despite the cold and stoic steadiness of her eyes. But the image was brief, a tightening of brows, and nothing more. Blood, a thin drizzle of it, was starting down her arm. Creasing toward the elbow, red and angry. In further violence, she released Rosalie. Flinging the girl toward the kitchen floor on her stomach, and descending for a straddle. The thin spread of her thighs sinking onto Rosalie's lower back. She took a fresh handful of that blond hair, tight with insistence.
"If you keep behaving like this, I'm going to have to cut you up." Margot's voice was clean and even, despite what she was promising.