“You’re a thief, Cassidy!”

“I’m a what?” I snorted.

Hestia's hands clutched the cold metal railing of the cell, her eyes burning with anger as she snarled at me. “You're a fucking stealer. You stole Zarion away from me!” She pointed accusingly at my boyfriend, who remained composed, unaffected by her outburst.

‘She’s just a whining child,’ he mind-linked me.

I shrugged, and couldn't help but chuckle at her accusation. “I'm a... what? A stealer? A thief? Aren't you talking about yourself?” I shot back, finding amusement in her desperate attempts to provoke me.

Her snarls only intensified. Pounding her fists against the railing in frustration.

“Not that I want...