She flinched back from the cut. Three, two, one . . . it started to sting. Not a lot, but enough for her to know that it'd be a bitch later.
Pissed and afraid. That just pissed her off more. She let him see the edges of that complex whorl of emotion, her impatience and her uncertainty. It beat letting him know he'd managed to rile her.
"Is it worth me time, or do I walk an' save meself wasted breath?"
Pissed and afraid. That just pissed her off more. She let him see the edges of that complex whorl of emotion, her impatience and her uncertainty. It beat letting him know he'd managed to rile her.
"Is it worth me time, or do I walk an' save meself wasted breath?"