“Put my things back, Ginny. I’m not going.” I stood staring at her packing my bags with disapproval written over me. My arms crossed over my chest as I prepared to fight her.
She nodded and stopped what she was doing. Leaving the room.
That’s not putting my things back.
In a few minutes I heard the roar from downstairs that indicated where she’d gone. “The Devil she’s not!”
He was taking the stairs two at a time.
Headed for my room. Ha! I slammed the door and flipped the latch. Locking him out.
His steps stopped outside my door, and I could nearly feel his rage emanating through the door in vibrating currents.
I took a step back from the door. Having never seen Bodin truly angry it was a shocking sensation. I’d seen him cast disapproving or faintly annoyed looks often enough,
