My head jerked to the side as fire lit up my cheek. I raised my hand to my face. It came away bloody. I looked at the woman.
She gave me a finger wave. "I hope you're ready for the long haul, hellcat." She sneered the last word. She had rings on each finger. Each ring held a single colorless stone in the middle of a prong setting.
I blinked. There was only one person who ever called me hellcat. Foster. This b***h thought Foster was hers? Cunt, please. Just on principle's sake, I wasn't going to let her have him. Had she asked nicely, I might have been willing to share.
Maybe.
Kinda.
Okay, fine. I probably would have killed her for asking. But still. All this over a man? It wasn't like his p***s was imbued with magical...wait...it kinda was. Dang it.
Another slap, more fire arce
