"With the likes of me?" she snickers to herself, her aura pulsing behind her with shards of an electrifying blue light, the bear in her aura snarling at me as it paws the air harmlessly in front of her. I return my gaze to her, my eyes locked fearfully to where her hands clutch protectively over his chest, as though somehow she owns him.
Bitch.
Deciding I can hold my tongue no longer, I jab my finger at her, the coiling flames of a familiar rage bursting over my skin like pustules over my body. I grit my teeth, uncertain of how much more I can hold in before I start to make a scene.
Sending this whole place into a mess of crumbling cinders would be one way to wake everyone up, that's for sure.
