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Her nostrils flared, and severe anger filled her. "Don't touch me," Odette hissed, having no other real response to give. She didn't--- why was he saying these things to her? What did he care? He was getting what he wanted, wasn't he? So why did it matter? What could possibly-- everyone bloody knew he---

What? Odette's eyes went wide at his final words, so disturbed by them that she could focus on nothing else after they were spoken. The concept that there were people, in a public place, anyone else in the entire world was just not--- present. Gone. Burning, her stomach was burning, a rage quite like no other was filling her body from her toes to the tips of her fingers. Her hands balled into fists.

A slew of indescribable, and rather vicious, noises flew from Odette's mouth, and her body shook. Shook, she was shaking as her blood practically boiled. They---- were not--- the same! This was not the same! Not even--- what bloody fucking drug was he soaring high on? Speaking to her--- speaking to her--- Odette suddenly lunged at Seth, her hands formed into strange balled talons, ready to swipe, tear, hurt at anything they could get a hold of. Not thinking, there was no thinking going on, only rage, she held tightly to the front of his shirt, pulling it forward as if it was his skin and she was tearing at it.

"Don't--- you--- ever---" she rasped, so consumed she couldn't even understand what she was saying. "You don't deserve--- deserve anything! You just--- you--- you---" Her mouth gaped at the mere thought of expressing her racing, indiscernible thoughts into words. "You follow me--- you watch me--- you--- you-- you!" As she raged, her hands went from holding his shirt and letting go because she didn't want to touch him, yet wanted to rip his heart out. Her eyes burned. "I hate you, I hate you!"