I slam my hand on the counter, the palm making a loud whack that jerks all three sets of startled eyes to my face. “Don’t.” The word comes out quiet and flat. “I don’t have time for your histrionics, Inez.
The cackle I just gave. This is how Yasmen should have handled Deja's mean ah in the last book. Don't let your kids bully you in your time of extreme suffering xD we are ALL going through it. Don't come for me
