‘ ----- what do you want , kane ? ‘ she doesn’t give him the courtesy of her attention truly , gaze upon the pages within her lap , fingers loosely around a glass , && she crosses one leg over the other as though completely at ease with the situation . but oh -- anger still trembled within long digits , hand still STUNG from slap delivered to cheek , && she allows herself the briefest flickers of a smirk . ‘ ----- i don’t have time for your company . ‘ // @everyturnanycost













