ANNATORIA
“How is that your business?” I dared to ask him. “Why are you interested in who I call?”
“Because you act shady,” he replied, and I frowned because it wasn’t clear what that meant.
Was he saying that because he knew I was at the factory yesterday? Or because he just wanted to?
“You act the same,” I returned. “But do you see me poking my nose in your business?”
“Right.” With a blink, the sinisterness in his eyes reduced, and he took two paces backwards. “I always forget that you’re a rude thing.”
“If you are done,” my feet shifted, ready to leave, “I’d like to return to the event.”
“Not so fast.” He closed the distance again. This time, annoyingly, he roughly pinned my hands above my head, forcing me to remain still.
“What else do you want?” I snapped, my hands failing to
