Satania lowered her head then, as though she had finally come to terms with something she had been desperately trying to deny all this time. The look on her face wasn't one of acceptance, but one of reluctant defeat, as if she had finally been cornered by a truth she wanted more than anything to reject. Her expression carried a frustration that almost looked painful, and for the first time since we met, she didn't seem to have an immediate answer or comeback.
Her teeth were clenched so tightly that I honestly thought they might crack if she kept forcing them together like that.
