'Sneering is your thing, princess. I'm a laid back guy getting to know my new roomy. We might be best of friends and who knows ... If you're lucky you may get to be my girl. I m currently single.' He grins in a cheeky, pushing your buttons because it s fun, kind of a way that grates.
I snort aloud, unsure if I should begin laughing hysterically or be enraged. I choose to remain silent and count to ten under my breath instead, wondering if physically I could harm him with some sort of weapon if magick does nothing to aid me. He might heal fats but the satisfaction of making him bleed would still be there.
'Leyanne?' Cora coos from the hall, and this fact ignites my already fragile temper.
'Can everyone just walk through my spells now? Like they have zero effect and every Tom, d**k, Stan
