“Oh, the bloody doll and the note?” I asked, genuinely unimpressed.
I hid my fear well. So well that she didn’t get the reaction she was clearly hoping for.
A slow smirk spread across her face.
“I see you’ve got teeth,” she said smoothly. “And tough skin.”
“I did receive it,” I replied, my voice dangerously calm.
I shook my head slowly like she was a child who had done something stupid.
“That was a little tacky, don’t you think?” I asked softly. “Is that what we’re doing now? Trying to scare me with toys?”
Her smile twitched slightly.
“I actually think it’s sad,” I continued. “You can do better than that.”
I slowly slipped my hand out of Xavier’s before stepping closer to her.
Close enough to smell her perfume.
Close enough to watch the fury building behind those cold green eyes
