{KILLIAN}
She's fucking insane.
My equal? Surely she bumped her head last night because it would be a cold day in hell when anybody in this world could even attempt to stand as my equal. Though I have to give her credit where credit is due, she showed courage this morning. Walking into my room like that and demanding control has seen weaker women dead on the spot. But not her. She's different. Her boldness excites me, and when she reached beneath the blanket and took charge, I couldn't wait to see what she would do.
Making my way downstairs, I pass her door and hear the familiar sound of a hair dryer, and it pleases me that she's the type of woman to have a healthy respect for herself.
