The soft tap of a finger came at the side of her head. “Stop thinking like that.” “Like what?” she huffed, moving Tin’s finger from her temple. “Negatively.” Tin grasped her upper arm, causing her to stop, his silver eyes flashing into hers. “What happened to the Dorothy who was going to conquer everything? What happened to the Dorothy who locked me in a room and snuck away to do what she believed was right? That confident Dorothy.”
