“Sometimes, they’re one and the same.”
She takes a feisty step toward me, brandishing a teaspoon like abroadsword. “Tyrant.”
I step right up to meet her. “Brat.”
Fuck, how is it that she already smells like chocolate? All I want to do islean in and take a bite out of her. Something ripples across her eyes. Asimilar realization that has her stumbling back a little, forcing somedistance between us.
“Just… leave me alone,” she mutters weakly, studiously avoiding my eyes.
“You can kick and scream—you can turn this place upside down if youchoose to—but none of it will change the fact that this is your new home.” Ihesitate, both of us churning with more things we desperately want to saybut refuse to let loose into the world. “Now,
