Bella was hardly in the mood for any sort of chatter, let alone having insults thrown her way. His first remark had little effect on her, but his second—well.

She scowled in his direction and, without thinking, moved towards him. She pushed and she pulled at the logs in his hand, trying to get them on the ground (and, as she realized later, giving herself splinters in the process).

"Nothing 'crawled up my ass'," she snapped. She glanced down at her bleeding hands, groaning in both anger in pain as she examined the damage. "I just—can't—handle—it," she continued, wincing as she plucked each individual splinter from her palms.

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