A snarl to match his scowl. "I was right. I was fucking right, about you, and you didn't listen, you didn't fucking listen. I told you this, being with me, was too much for you. That eventually, you'd not just get sick of me but sickened by me." Her growled words were more wolfish than usual due to her new inner were. She still wasn't aware of its presence, but something sure as fuck was starting to rise in her.
She dropped the bag and started to reach for her butterfly knife by habit, but realized she had no pockets and it wasn't there. There was a bigger knife in the thigh holster, and her hand hovered by her side, waiting.
She was pacing now, continuing her rant, "You fucking.. WHY did you convince me, to give this a chance? When you knew, you know what I am, all I am, is this," she gestured to the castle, "and THIS," she held up the knife that she hadn't even been aware that she'd pulled out. "FUCK. AND YOU LET ME TRY TO TAKE YOU OUT WITH ME. YOU WOULDN'T JUST TELL ME THAT YOU COULDN'T DO IT BEFORE WE GOT HERE ALL READY TO GO. IF I'D JUST TAKEN YOU SOMEWHERE NORMAL, WOULD YOU WAIT TO BITCH OUT ON ME UNTIL THE LAST FUCKING SECOND BEFORE I STARTED CUTTING PIECES OFF SOME MOTHERFUCKER?" She was punctuating her words with the knife now. "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO HONESTY, HUH TEJA?!"
And she stopped. Perfect stillness she looked in his eyes and a realization came. "You. Were playing. With me."