Burning with fury, Afina stood hands akimbo. "Y — you asshole! You knew I was going to get expelled, didn't you? For how long have you been following me around?!" She yelled.
As though her getting expelled wasn't much of a big deal, Fionn the thief shrugged. "I didn't think your status as one of Cargan's dolls would be able to survive after stumbling upon the news." Brushing his fearless chin, "Whoever captured us took some nice shots, don't you think?" He seductively smirked yet again.
Too much frenzy was spurring to life inside of Afina. Firstly, Fionn the thief was calling Prince Cargan by his name yet again. But then again, she could care less about Prince Cargan.
As a matter of fact, she liked that there was one divine person alive who could disrespect the Sand Prince.
Mere thinking of him now was making her cringe. She could almost picture his dominating glare when both their gazes collided back when he was sending his brothers off.
