“What the fuck are you dressed as?” he growled, placing both palms to the wall either side of my head so that I couldn’t escape. “Ow,” I snapped, raising my chin to look him square in the eyes. “What the hell, asshole?” “I asked you a question, Tory,” Caleb growled. “A fucking hippo,” I replied. “Can’t you tell?” “No. Because it looks to me like you’re some kind of weird fetish version of a Pegasus.” “Well, you’d know,” I mocked and he bared his teeth. “This shit isn’t funny. That’s my reputation you’re fucking about with.” “Oh, lighten up,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Who gives a shit if you
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