This was his limit of patience; if she didn't come down now, he wouldn't be gentle anymore.
"I won't!" Fiona was just as stubborn, letting out a shrill scream; the two were genuinely at loggerheads now.
"Come down!"
"I refuse! …"
"You, you …"
Bastian turned his head, his eyes blazing with fury as he and Fiona glared at each other, a vast undercurrent of anger surging, on the verge of erupting.
"Bastian! Fiona!" Tara Summer raised her voice and took two steps forward, frowning and saying, "Both of you, calm down. Let's talk this out... Fiona, you first, come down! Come down and then we can talk!"
Fiona's brow was furrowed, and she was cleary displeased, but she still listened to Tara Summer to some extent.
With a pout, she reluctantly let go of the man's hair and then jumped down from his back.
"You woman, really are …" Bastian turned around furiously, clutching his head, his eyes full of malice, seemingly ready to kill.
