The laugh bubbles out of me awkwardly, just like anything else in my life. “Like I said, I can’t quite tell if you hate me or—” She cuts me a look again. “Or what, princess?” The command in her tone forces me to shrink. “You hit her for me,” I whisper, just in case we aren’t alone, though I know damn well it’s just us. “She was playing dirty, and she hurt you.” She says the last bit through clenched teeth, her nostrils flaring, like thinking about it again is enough to piss her off.
