"How does that have anything to do with what I asked?" she snapped, her interest clearly waning.
Her eyes narrowed in irritation, and the temperature in the room seemed to rise in tandem with her mood. "Can you hurry up? I'd like to find out about everything relating to pyramids," she added, impatience dripping from her voice.
Leonardo's mind raced, trying to piece together a way to distract her, or at least buy himself a few precious moments.Q1 He took a deep breath, his chest tight with anxiety. "You already bathed with your husband, right? Don't you think he'll be mad when—"
Her hand lashed out, slapping him across the face with a force that stung and burned. The heat from her touch was unbearable, and Leonardo recoiled, a sharp pain shooting through his cheek.
"My husband won't get mad at me," she interrupted, her voice cold and resolute. She straightened up, staring down at him with an unreadable expression.
