Leaving him blinking in the face of her fury, she picked up her plate and glass and threw them unceremoniously into the sink. He was surprised nothing shattered. Then she went for the door and her jacket.
Deucalion wondered if he should ask her where she was going, but felt like she'd rip him a new one if he did. So he kept quiet as she slammed the door behind her. He was worried as all hell that that outburst could cost them. She'd definitely been in distress.
Getting up, he went to the big window to see her walking out in the snow toward the center of the square, Chris not far behind. She sat down on one of the logs and stared into the fire. From here, he could see her jaw clenched. Chris sat next to her and leaned over. They started talking and he got her to smile. Jealousy fired up i
