¬ Fashire
The insult hung in the air, dripping with as much venom as the water streaming down her face.
I should have been furious. I should have frozen the fountain solid with her still in it.
Instead, I felt my lips twitch.
This was oddly entertaining.
The realization unsettled me more than her defiance ever could. I was supposed to despise her. I did despise her. And yet here I stood, watching her sputter and rage in waist-deep water, and some treacherous part of me was genuinely amused.
Perhaps I didn't mind her speaking back to me.
And that gaze of hers both irritated and fascinated me at the same time.
I crushed the budding euphoria before it could take root.
The gall for her to summon me here with that measly threat. Did she really think she could be so disrespectful and get away with it?
"Surely." I let the smugness seep into my voice, "You can't go out to the city looking like that, can you?"
