"We'll find another way to see what my tattoo means."
I glanced over my shoulder and shrugged as if it didn't matter one way or the other. But of course it did matter.
Air hissed between his teeth as he turned toward the doorway. The bed creaked as he stiffly crawled over it, and with his fingers tightened into fists, he smashed his hand into the wardrobe. Wood snapped and a jagged hole appeared, but that didn't seem to help him any because he marched out of the room.
Tears tracked down my cheeks. I wanted to hurl myself at him and slam his head into the ice wall. Put a leprosy spell on his d**k so it crumbled and fell off. Something to make him feel just as humiliated as I did.
Was it me? If I had been a normal witch who could eat cereal with a spoon rather than channel my inner liz
