Ivan
From the corner of my eye, I see Vince ready to run and beat the crap out of Collin, but I grab him by the back of his shirt and pull him back. But, again, they don't notice us except for Andy, who doesn't say anything.
'What the hell?' Vince demands when I put my hand over his mouth. 'Ivan! You're going to let that fuckwit insult her like that?'
'She can handle this,' It's taking all my resolve not to do the same thing, but if my grandparents had enough faith in Nefera to throw her in the deep end, so did I.
Nefera's body language doesn't change. She's still in his face, and from what I can tell, her expression hasn't either.
"You don't like me very much, do you, Collin?" Nefera's voice is suddenly honey-sweet, covering the venom in the illusion that she's submitting.
