She cringes at the memory, feels the tension manipulating marrow, straining the spine while fists begin to form out of frustration. She knows better than to occupy the actions of a brute, to attack him or even indulge in a fantasy of force. What separated her from the savages was her class, but the anger that consumed her creation was slowly testing her ability to be better. Teeth collide and all she does is exhale a growl; he was lucky she didn’t do more out malice.
❝ You could at least show me the same courtesy I showed you and remember my name! And I have no idea what you’re talking about, I never-. . . ❞
Denial will be the death of her. But she swore to herself that the best way to dispel herself of these demons is to admit when she’s been bested by other beings. Unfortunately for her, she just had to be beaten by one of the worst kinds of people, with arrogance that far exceeds her own.
❝ . . . He won fair and square. But I’m determined to change that. And I’d say after being so rude to me, you practically owe me some of your precious time. I don’t see anyone else around I can victimize go to. ❞