Nicholas did not turn pale. He turned a very unflattering shade of puce as he snarled at me again, looking nothing more like a dog with full knowledge of the fact that it was chained up and unable to lunge any further than the length of its chain. The chain, in Nicholas's case, was the fact that Felicia had her hand on his forearm. I was quite sure that he would have killed me otherwise.
"Did being attacked by the Komodo dragon make you go insane?" Nicholas demanded, glaring at me. The rest of the girls had to be thinking the same—all of them were looking at me in shock, as though unwilling to believe that I had just decided that we would not be working with Nicholas any longer.
"I think you're the one who needs to rethink their next steps," I retorted, rolling my eyes freely. "I'm sure
