"I dare you to repeat what you just said to me, Ruthelle."
Blake looks angry before, but now he is beyond that. Furious. . .this word doesn't suit either when his eyes start to turn black.
I take a step behind, and that fake shy smile no longer adores my face. "Sorry, but I am too tired for that. Besides, I don't think this conversation will go anywhere. And. . .if you have so much time on your hands now, why don't you do some fishing?"
Turning my gaze to the warriors, I ask them while watching Blake from the corner of my eyes, "Guys, do we have an extra fishing net and hook with us here? Prince Blake would like to join you if you don't mind him tagging along." I tilt my head and face the enraged man before me. "It will take another four to five hours to reach Basville the next day, w
