"Well, look at what we have here."
I drawled, the smirk playing on my lips sharpened with malice.
"I thought nobles like you, Miss Snow, had enough dignity not to look like some filthy commoner.
Yet here you are, all sweaty and… disgusting."
Ariana's lips pressed into a thin line, her chin lifting as if steeling herself, but her eyes stayed downcast.
My gaze swept over her with scorn.
"Tell me, does it not disgust you?"
I continued, mock incredulity filling my tone.
"You're of noble blood, yet here you are, tainted.
By simply touching me, you've stained me with whatever commoner germs you've picked up from mingling with them.
I can practically feel it."
Her mouth opened, perhaps to respond, but I didn't give her the chance.
Shrugging off my blazer, I looked at it with exaggerated distaste before flinging it in her face, letting the fabric drape over her like an unwelcome weight.
