Why did she know he was some how going to intercept her? But she hadn't expected him to grasp her wrist — her bare wrist. Despite how injured he'd been, she could still feel strength in his touch and she froze, watching as a smirk slid onto his face. Her face blanched at the warning, and she stared at him, caught between fury and indignation. Before she could respond, he stepped aside; let her go past him.
And fury won over; it was such a simple action, yet she knew he would have the last word if she stalked past him, knew that he would know he'd ruffled her feathers. So instead of walking past him, she approached him slowly, her eyes locked onto his. He was so much taller than her, but she was determined to make this argument hers. She reached him and leaned forward, steeling herself, praying that her rising heartbeat wouldn't give her away. "I told you before," She said quietly. "I'm not the one of us who needs to learn to be careful about what — or whom — they touch."
Gripping her wand, she stepped out of the door frame and began back down the hallway, forcing her gaze ahead instead of looking back at him.
And fury won over; it was such a simple action, yet she knew he would have the last word if she stalked past him, knew that he would know he'd ruffled her feathers. So instead of walking past him, she approached him slowly, her eyes locked onto his. He was so much taller than her, but she was determined to make this argument hers. She reached him and leaned forward, steeling herself, praying that her rising heartbeat wouldn't give her away. "I told you before," She said quietly. "I'm not the one of us who needs to learn to be careful about what — or whom — they touch."
Gripping her wand, she stepped out of the door frame and began back down the hallway, forcing her gaze ahead instead of looking back at him.
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