Lylith’s ears pinned as rage burned in her gaze, the same way it had done with Valeska earlier. No one took her seriously, and it pissed her off to no end. Being shorter had only one single advantage: vulnerable places were easier to reach.
The girl lunged forward, eager to clasp onto the bastard’s throat, growls spilling from her to show the overflowing amount of disdain flooding her senses.