Eyes narrowed to slits, she snarled, “Asshole.” Going perfectly, dangerously still, he questioned softly, “What did you call me?” Arawyn widened her eyes innocently and called out in a sing-song voice, “Asshole.” A meow answered her. Smirking, she peered at the cat. “There you are—” With a look up at him she added, “Asshole.”
