Valentina
“You’re going to cut off your finger like that.”, Silas grumbles to my right. Turning, I push my tongue out at him.
“Shut it, handsome. YOU asked ME for help. Now let me do it the way I want to. You don’t complain about people when they are doing you a favor. Gifted horses... Mouth... You know.”
He just snorts indignantly and goes back to chopping an onion with the speed of a nicer dicer on ecstasy.
“Show off.”, I mutter under my breath. But of course, the ‘superhuman’ hearing broadcasts that to everyone present as if I shouted.
Jordan suppresses a smirk and goes scribbling notes on a piece of paper, and Silas turns over to me.
“This gifted horse is rather mouthy. Less talking, more chopping, peaches.”
My mouth hangs slightly open. “What did you just call me?”
But Sila
