She stared at me, brow furrowing and frowny lips turning down. I put my thumbs on either side of those lips and forced them into a smile. “Give me a different Aveen. This one’s broken.” She bared her teeth in a grimace. “Fake Aveen? Pass. Next.” She rammed the toe of her slipper into my feckin’ shin, sending a jolt of pain straight up my leg. “Ohhh, violent Aveen. Welcome back, my dear. I’ve missed you. Grab your cloak, my little viper. We’re leaving.”
