Claire Sinclair glanced at her but didn't respond.
'How bizarre. This woman was just beating me half to death a moment ago, and now she's doing all this for me? Did hell freeze over?'
Yara Quincy seemed to avert her eyes guiltily. "It was my fault for hitting you, but you bit me, and you even drew blood. We're even!"
Claire Sinclair scoffed but still didn't respond.
'And here I thought this woman was sucking up to me because she realized she was wrong. Turns out, she doesn't think she did anything wrong at all. She even seems to feel completely justified.'
'Yeah, right. I can't even be bothered to acknowledge her.'
Seeing this attitude, Yara Quincy nearly lost her temper. But then she remembered the trouble she'd caused and forced herself to swallow her anger. She continued to back down. "My brother won't be back anytime soon, so don't even think about calling him. There's no reception where he is. Even I can't get in touch with him."
