“I don’t care what these people think!” she snapped, her voice shaking like a leaf. “And I don’t care what you think. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I am who I am. If that’s not enough, too bad.” “For someone who doesn’t care what Spring thinks of her, that’s a rather thunderous response. So eager to rage.” I cocked my head and studied her. “Your eyes, how they shout at me.”
