"That was meant for you, girl," Areen sneers, baring her teeth with a snarky, shark-like smile, her fingers cutting through the air with an obvious irritation. If I had looked a little closer at her gestures then, I might have deduced that they were slightly overly impatient, her movements almost buzzing, as though not impatient, but nervous.
But why?
"Hurry up and get on with things, landwalker Queen. You have got your entrance, I am not going to stick around to tell you how to use it if that is what you are staring at me for."
Staunchly, I purse my lips, contorting my mouth with a techy, tight-lipped smile.
Fantastic, I think inwardly, my mouth turning sour. Barely a day into being Queen of Sezeria and I am already being mocked by a species that isn't even of vampire heritage. What other wonderous feats of mockery am I going to be subject to in the coming months?
