Her glare turned even meaner.
"I'll end you." She gritted out.
I smiled widely at her like she had just complimented me, simultaneously leaning back on my chair.
"I know you can, no doubt, but you wouldn't risk it." My smile widened.
"And what makes you think so?"
She eyed me.
I leaned forward on my chair, and as if I wanted to tell her a secret, I whispered,
"Because you wouldn't be able to bear not only Luna's wrath, but that of my man and that means that you can never have him. Writing fates wouldn't even help you because you can't write his."
We glared into each other's eyes before she abruptly stood up to her feet.
"I might not be able to write your fate or his, but I can punish you both." She smiled at the look of realization that crossed my face.
