Elsa's eyes sparked with curiosity as she took a step closer to me, her voice oozing sarcasm. "So, Luna, tell me... what's with all the ruckus tonight? Also, where did you and Kaene head off to?"
What sort of guts did Elsa Thatcher have?
After trying time and time again to piss me off—including by slicing me on my face earlier today—she still wanted to know more about me and Kaene?
My eyes narrowed, my mind racing through the events of the night again.
Yeah... I wasn't about to share any of that with her.
"I'm tired, Elsa," I uttered with a dismissive wave. "Can't this wait?"
Elsa's expression didn't falter even though her eyes flashed with annoyance. "Oh, I think this is quite important, Luna," she said, her voice firm. "After all, I'm just trying to make sure you're safe."
Safe?
Now I knew she was full of bullshit.
If anything, the girl wanted me in a grave buried six feet under.
