Why’d you sucker punch Miles? Bria asked, stepping to the side and waiting for our drunken escort.
He’d leaned forward, staring at me, not in the intent way from earlier, but hard, like he was willing words to come out of my mouth. Earnestness and longing clouded his expression, and the muscles on his sizable frame flexed.She’s here, yes. Beside you. Looking down on you. She loved you very much, and it transferred into death. I scratched my chin. So your mother, then, because I don’t think a sister would be that gushy about the situation.
Your age, you said? he asked. Twenty-five?Around there, yes. I’m not a master at telling ages.Before she met my father. His jaw clenched.
Hey, look. I leaned forward as well, dropping my hands to my knees. That doesn’t mean she loved you any less. It just means that she was happiest with her appearance at that age. When my mother died, she assumed the age of twenty-two. She told me I’d ruined her body beyond repair and she was happy to go back to a time when she didn’t grimace every time she looked in the mirror. So that’s probably all this is.Can you speak to her?
It didn’t seem like he’d heard anything I’d just said.
Yes. What would you like me to say?Thankfully, a store could kick me out, but the complex as a whole could not. I was legally allowed to be here, and he was not legally allowed to kill me.
Which meant I needed to own my space and up my confidence. When you didn’t know if you were dealing with the magical or non-magical, but were sure the arrogance level would be high, it was best to bluff about your self-worth. It often threw the snobs off their high horses long enough for you to get out of Dodge.I turned on Beast Mode.
Are you serious right now? I yelled at him, waving my hand to indicate the nonexistent crosswalk. Pedestrians have the right of way. Watch where you’re going. You could’ve killed me.I braced a fist on my hip and waited for a moment, like I expected an apology.