Tink takes a menacing step forward. “You … You …” I smirk. “I’m right here. No reason to mince words. Tell me what you really think.” I love it when she’s like this. A warrior woman who will take down anyone in her path with a few choice words. I must have a bit of a masochistic streak when it comes to Tink, because the meaner she is, the more I love it. The more I love her.
