"You should re-learn your history, Freckle face. And learn it properly this time." Roman leered at Brittany.
Brittany stood up and put her hands on her hips, with her head cocked to the side.
"I am not engaging in an argument about history with you, Roman." She began. "But was it the Witches fault that you Vampires could not agree on one thing? That you let a small disagreement blow up into such a massive civil war that reduced the once greatest school for vampires in the world to ruins?"
Brittany's emerald eyes narrowed, and Roman remained silent for a while. His eyes darted to my still-curled-up-frame on the bathroom floor momentarily, and he eyed me with something that resembled worry glinting in his midnight blue gaze.
But that wouldn't be right, would it? The guy was a massive prick with ice-sticks up his ass. He didn't care about anyone. He couldn't possibly be worried, and most certainly not about me.
