Kiara's POV
Fiona c****d her brow high, her arms folded under her breasts. “Well, are you going to stare at me like a retard? I asked you a question.”
I brushed past her, bumping my shoulder into hers on purpose. I am so not in the mood. The last thing I needed was dealing with her bullshit this evening.
She however didn't let me get far. She grabbed my hair, forcing me to pause. “I'm f*****g talking to you! Are you deaf?!” She screamed, her fingers tangling in my hair and pulling hard.
“Let go!” I yelled, biting my lip as she pulled out strands of my hair.
My body moved on its own. Maybe it was the pain in my scalp, or the dream I had, or the conversation with the king, but something welled inside of me. I yanked my head back, reeled around and slapped her across the face. She gasped
