When he only stands staring at me with those blistering eyes, I feel defensive. “What now?” “You’re strange. And powerful. And aggravating beyond belief. I can’t decide if I should muzzle you for the remainder of your stay or unleash you on my enemies. I think you’d have them all eating out of your hand within an afternoon.” After a moment, I say, “Funny, but that almost sounded like a compliment.” “It wasn’t. I don’t like you.” “I don’t like you, either.”
