Neve
“You did what?!”
“I punched his—”
“I heard you the first time!” I screamed, throwing my hands out at my sides in exasperation as I paced the kitchen floor. Kafele was lounging back in a wooden dining chair, with a bag of ice on his raw knuckles. I shook my head and ran my hand through my curls in frustration. Karma. That is what this was. Now I was gaining a little bit of perspective as to how it must have felt when Rafandra told me not to do something and I went ahead and did it anyway.
“I didn’t kill him,” Kafele groaned before muttering under his breath, “Though I’d still like to.”
“And what would you have done if you had? Did you even think of that? We could have lost you, Kafele!” I shouted at him. I knew I was overreacting, but just the thought of how badly this could hav
