"Where do you think you're going? I'm not done talking," Jareth said coldly, his voice laced with ice.
Celestia raised her head and looked at him, her gaze void of warmth. Her delicate face was visibly tired.
"Then just say it all at once. I'm not in the mood for games tonight."
Jareth let out a small snort, that arrogant kind that always made people want to grit their teeth.
"Explain what happened this afternoon." Isabelle might've already cleared her name, saying Celestia had nothing to do with her fainting, but that didn't change anything for him.
Celestia's face was blank at first, but the moment she recalled what he'd done earlier that day, a sharp pain bloomed in her chest. She clenched her jaw, keeping her spine straight and her expression guarded, stubborn as alway
