“Who do you think I am!?” He spouted, raising his voice. “I’m Flippin’ Marshall Lee, The Vampire King!”
He was shouting now, his already narrowed eyes sharpening more with hostility, a demonic echo booming from his diaphragm.
He stared that arrogant prince down. He wasn’t intimidated, this was Bubba. Bubba the wimp, bubba the-
“Who do you think I am, Marshall?” He retorted, unshaken by Marshall’s threatening stance.
His voice was cold, his mauve eyes emotionless.
Marshall’s eyes widened in surprise, suddenly taken aback.
He swallowed the lump now in his throat a