"How can this be happening!?"
Zenith groaned loudly, stomping alongside me as I grinned, thoroughly enjoying her frustration.
"It's happening, shorty," I said with a smug smile, glancing at her. "I didn't get slapped by Yenna."
"You were supposed to!" she snapped, glaring at me. "And stop calling my mother by her nickname!"
"I hope you die soon," Aimar muttered from my other side, sounding way too sincere for my comfort.
"I agree," Zenith said, nodding with enthusiasm.
"You guys are just jealous of my charm," I replied, shrugging off their hostility.
"Jealous of what?" Aimar scoffed. "Your ability to make everyone hate you?"
"Not everyone hates me."
"I do," Zenith said, raising her hand without hesitation.
"So do I," chimed in Amaury, who trailed a few steps behind us, his hand shooting into the air.
"Why?" I asked as I glanced back at him. "Is it because I didn't give you any leftover bones, mutt?"
