#Chapter94
/"So, psychic wonder,/" I drawled out, trying to disguise just how on edge the intensity of the other man's silent anger was making me, /"Did you see that one coming?/"
The world outside was surprisingly calm. Dusk approached on a steady wave, the skies dipping from a sulking grey to a musky hue of dark blue. The rain had started again, tapping against the window in the corner with a steady, pattering beat.
The world inside, however, was anything but.
The armchair seemed to swallow me; beneath the storms of his eyes, I felt so small. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole.
Yet, I would have rather have yanked my teeth than ever admit that he intimidated me. Bravado was a well-used tool in my arsenal, and as the words fell from my mouth, instantly igniting a reaction in the other man, I tried to seek satisfaction in the fact that it had worked once more. That I had succeeded in pissing another person off.
