Ana could clearly hear how his heartbeat sped up when she mentioned the feeding den, but the expression he had on his face when he turned around did not match it at all. Why couldn't he just let go and snap at her like he had done before and obviously wanted to again?
She gazed at him with such ferocity that it would've scared any lesser man. Ana was absolutely fuming now and she went to storm out just as he walked to the living room, but stopped short as soon as she got to the door. "You know what bothers me the most about what you just said? The fact that you're not being a fucking man about it. If you don't like the idea of me going, then fucking make me want to stay." Opening the door, she shot yet another retort at him. "Have fun with your fucking whiskey."