She had expected a lecture and a verbal lashing, so she had been prepared to simply swallow his rant and go about her business--this time. Usually she might have fought him, but tonight all Zyana wanted was for Colton to leave her alone. So if what he needed to do was scold her, so be it. She could swallow that kind of pill--it was worth the price. Meghan had to force herself not to roll her eyes at his insistence that she was different simply because of her mortal identity; it was an excuse for everything that held her back in her unlife and clearly, both her blood brother and probably her sire would insist on this point for eternity. Well, now that she was a legal vampire, she wasn't going to let them use her inheritance against her.<br/><br/>Zyana opened her mouth to spout out some kind of placating nonsense that included the words, "You're right, I'm sorry, blah, blah, blah," but when Colton's final statement fell from his snarling lips, Meghan's jaw dropped in disbelief. He mistook her sudden silence for acquiescence, she supposed because before she could recover, his ghoul was at the door, entering the room at his master's insistence. The Brujah belle glared, looking truly fierce with the blood that dripped from her nose.<i>"Are you out of your mind?"</i>she screamed, completely forgetting her place.<br/><br/>Blood emboldened her and Celerity foolishly activated brought her past the other Brujah and to the door. With a shove that might have caved in a normal human's chest, Zyana ejected Kramer from the door and slammed it so hard behind him that the frame practically shook. "I am<i>not</i>going home!" she hissed, fist clenched tightly by her side as her eyes narrowed to slits. "I am a part of this world--a<i>legal</i>part--a member of this Clan and I have my rights, same as any goddamn one of you." She was so angry, she could see nothing but red. Couldn't see Colton's expression turning deadly, didn't realize that were she anyone else, she'd be a smear on the concrete floor right about now.<br/><br/>The frenzy was almost upon her, pushing on the backs of her eyeballs like a pressure cooker against the lid. Thanks to the last expenditure of blood that had activated her superhuman speed for a second and were she to spend even a single drop more, she might not have the energy or willpower to ignore her Clan's weakness of succumbing to the beast within every kindred. It was close, but it wasn't through yet. "I am finishing this fight," Meghan promised in a low voice that was barely above a whisper.<i>Whether it be out there, or in here,</i>she realized.