“You are – upset, still,” He said in an uncertain tone. I ignored him, smiling graciously at the human woman who served me a cup of grape juice. She ignored my smile, walking back stiffly until she fell back into the shadows.
I ignored his eyes on me, pretending the juicy steak before me was the most fascinating thing on the planet. I ate with a finesse that my governess never got me to perfect in years, giving utmost attention to the sizes of the food I cut up.
I was not upset. I was angry. They were two different things. I would be upset if my favourite pants ripped but this was so much more. I could not be upset about this. But I could be pissed, enraged, resentful. And I was.
“You are being unreasonable,” He said.
I snapped my mouth shut when it opened on a retort.
Unreasonab
