picking a fight
36“Tell me what you know, wench.” Margot scoffed and turned to face me with mock surprise. “What ever are you talking about?” I rolled my eyes and walked toward her until I had the kitchen counter digging against her back. “I am done playing your dumb games, little witch,” I spat in her face, “You have me here.” I told her. I gestured round the empty kitchen, “Every one is asleep. Felix is up in his sound proof study and mummy dearest is probably a meter away listening in on every thing you do.” She winced. “Probe my damn mind all you want. Destroy it and leave me a shell in my own body,” I said, “Don’t do it behind my back like a coward.” Her eyes switched from red, purple to blue and they stopped. She actually started shaking as I confronted her, shaking like a leaf. “I cant b
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