Emmeline's face remained pink but it was no longer of blush but of anger. "What in the hell is that supposed to mean?" she spit out, glaring at him with a ferocity that was rarely seen from her. He'd clearly managed to strike a chord in her and she had gone from annoyed to livid. She stopped in her walking, patrol all but forgotten in that moment, as her arms crossed of her chest as she glared him down.

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