“Jane you’re late for your chores.” Her voice practically expelled icicles. The sheer harsh tone of her voice was one which I had experienced once before as I thought back to her reaction to my previous mishap concerning her name. I frowned remembering my first impression of this sweet, angelic girl. How her mere presence had originally brought me comfort and reassurance. Again, a lesson in first impressions was being learnt. My assumption was that Zoe felt threatened and out of control with my being there. She was so used to being Alpha female that I theorised the lack of influence she had over my movements threw her off balance.
Our sudden plan for an escape which seemed to be being driven by myself I also felt made her feel uncomfortable. She felt unease at being out of the driving sea
