You and Price were...something. Perhaps, it was that hateful tension that made you closer. Price was a demon, you were not. You both were different.

Somehow that tension turned into something more...as his hands gripped your waist and he stared at you with desire in his eyes.

"Why can't you hate me more?" Price asks softly, "I want to taste your pain, your fear, your anger." Price's talons gently dug into your hips as he leaned in, his lips near your neck.