Phoebe was just about to leap to a small knife that was lying on the edge of the table when Kael's right hand shot out and grabbed her roughly around the throat. Phoebe chocked and struggled trying desperately to break his grip. Kael rose up from the floor slowly, Phoebe gasped, clutching at Kael's arm, her feet dangling in the air as she was held aloft by her throat. There was a burning rage in Kael's eye's as he glared at her. Phoebe was certain that this was the end.
"If you wish to behave like a spoiled child," Kael said coldly, I will treat you like one." |