She might not know where Brynn was but she was going to walk off anyway and she didn't care if he watched her and realized that it had just been an excuse to ditch him. In fact, she hoped he did realize that she was rejecting his company, perhaps he'd take a hint for once. As long as he didn't see her heading for the door, she didn't doubt he'd follow her outside once he realized what she'd done. The heat was almost unbearable now, if the fresh air didn't help then at least she'd be in a more suitable place to counteract it with a spell.
Tig had only taken a couple steps when she stopped dead. It was a mistake not to have kept walking but it hadn't been a conscious decision she had made. It suddenly seemed beyond obvious what Tiberius' game was this evening. He resented having to come along to the stupid fashion show and as it was the first time they'd spent a great deal of time together since Easter, he was finally using it against her. Whatever had possessed her to be so open with him that night was now coming back to bite her. He was playing with her like she was a fly caught in a web. She'd liked it and he knew that it bothered her and so here he was, rubbing it in just because he could. He probably had no intention of even repeating it, he just wanted to rile her up and it was working. The worst part was that on some level she wanted him to make good on his vulgar threats which didn't surprise as much as she would have liked. That even a small part of her could be interested while it seemed to her that he was feigning interest just to amuse himself was intolerable.
At first she stood stock still, not even removing her eyes from the other side of the room. After a few seconds which seemed to drag on for an eternity, she turned her head toward him and seized his wrist tightly in her hot, clammy hand. "Stop mocking me," she snarled, lowering the volume of her voice to match his. "You can tease me about anything you like but not this. Call me stupid, ugly, childish, I don't care. I'm not interested in pining after you like a dog; I had a lapse in judgement, that's all." Thank goodness he couldn't see her face under the mask, she wasn't sure if she would be blushing but she knew she must be bright red from how warm she felt but she didn't need him to draw his own conclusions.
Tig had only taken a couple steps when she stopped dead. It was a mistake not to have kept walking but it hadn't been a conscious decision she had made. It suddenly seemed beyond obvious what Tiberius' game was this evening. He resented having to come along to the stupid fashion show and as it was the first time they'd spent a great deal of time together since Easter, he was finally using it against her. Whatever had possessed her to be so open with him that night was now coming back to bite her. He was playing with her like she was a fly caught in a web. She'd liked it and he knew that it bothered her and so here he was, rubbing it in just because he could. He probably had no intention of even repeating it, he just wanted to rile her up and it was working. The worst part was that on some level she wanted him to make good on his vulgar threats which didn't surprise as much as she would have liked. That even a small part of her could be interested while it seemed to her that he was feigning interest just to amuse himself was intolerable.
At first she stood stock still, not even removing her eyes from the other side of the room. After a few seconds which seemed to drag on for an eternity, she turned her head toward him and seized his wrist tightly in her hot, clammy hand. "Stop mocking me," she snarled, lowering the volume of her voice to match his. "You can tease me about anything you like but not this. Call me stupid, ugly, childish, I don't care. I'm not interested in pining after you like a dog; I had a lapse in judgement, that's all." Thank goodness he couldn't see her face under the mask, she wasn't sure if she would be blushing but she knew she must be bright red from how warm she felt but she didn't need him to draw his own conclusions.
