“Your mouth is inviting every fly in the kingdom, my lord. You may want to close it.” She lifted her hand to my slack jaw, nudging it shut.
Keep your reaction in check, Revandrel. Pretend she did not succeed. Do not give her the satisfaction of knowing just how riled up you are.
Yeah, no. The little pep talk did not work one bit. I seized her arm with a furious growl and dragged her to the dark corner of the stage.
“What in the hell is wrong with you?” I shouted above the damn music. “Are you out of your ever-failing, sickness-ridden, maggot-infested mind!?”
“Let me go.” She wrenched her arm free as we came to a stop. “You gave me a choice, and I made it! What does it matter to you?”
“You were supposed to say no!” I roared, so angry I could spit nails. “You. Were. Supposed. To. Say.
