"What I want is you, Granny."
Disrespect.
Never once had Talia felt this disrespected before, not even by her allies whom she betrayed during the war, and not even by wardens and guards who had come and gone. She was an icon, someone who stood on the pedestal of mankind — and yet right now, this lowliest of the low was casually approaching her… even taking a seat on the ground beside her sofa.
"Stop. Invading. My. Spot," Talia exclaimed word for word as she looked at Rhys.
"Do you know what I find funny, Talia?" Rhys, however, completely ignored her and even rested his arm on the side of her sofa, causing her to slightly scooch to the other end.
"Stop saying my name with your mouth," Talia crossed her legs to make sure she was as far away from Rhys as possible while still seated on her luxurious sofa. She tried to look at the guards, but none of them seemed to want to take Rhys away.
