"I can't believe that." Kikira fumes, looking very cold yet emotionlessly at me. It sends shivers down my spine, but I hold my breath and fight the urge not to look away from her.
Bringing the milk glass that she hands me a while, I take a sip as I mumble, "Not something that can't...be expected from me,"
She doesn't say anything to me, only keeps watching with many emotions in her eyes. I recognize one of them as her wrath that will never be, you know, sated with just one hair-pulling fight.
"Do you realize what you have gotten yourself into, Ruth?" She asks through her teeth, narrows her eyes, hands forming into fists. I won't be surprised if she throws a punch in my face with the way she is breathing so hard sitting across my home desk.
"Can't afford to waste my time fighting aga
