Nov 9, 2016
@easter-pooka
“Don’t give me that look.”
Anastasia refused to be cowed. But at the moment, the bright lights mixed with the atmosphere just made a migraine brew beneath her skin. Her temper was already dancing along the edge of a razor sharp knife (ooh, should have used that instead of her fists) as it was, she didn’t need his gaze on her like that! So her brilliant line of defense? Put her hands up in front of her face to hide herself.
“He had it coming!”
Pause.
Da Dum.
“He only had himself to blame.”
