She remained still for a moment, perhaps wondering if she should pretend to be asleep. “I know you’re awake. You might as well speak to me.” She bolted upright, twisting her torso to face me, her clear violet eyes more vibrant by the light of the volcanic coal. “Why should I speak to you?” “You’re angry,” I noted casually, unfastening my armor. “Of course I am, you imbecile.” Very angry. I forced myself not to smile.
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