Rina snapped around so fast it looked practiced. Her eyes flashed, hard and cold. “What are you doing out so late?” she fired back, every syllable laced with challenge.
“It is none of your business,” I said. “You can’t be in my room like that. Get out of my way.”
She lifted her chin like she had a crown. “Of course I can. I run this house. I go where I please.”
Heat rose under my skin. I stepped forward until the lamps caught the anger in my face. “Get out of here, you hag. You have no right to be in my room. Stupid witch.”
The words hit the air like a thrown cup. For a second she just stared at me, and I could see the taste of victory spread across her like a smile.
“Don’t be late to the kitchen tomorrow,” she said finally, voice small and deadly. “Or there will be hell to pay.”
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