Aurelia had never felt more infuriated than she did at that moment. She'd only invaded his bathroom time last night because she thought he was heavily injured. Yet the instant Aurelia awakened and saw that look of intrigue as he gazed at her chest, she panicked. She'd never seen that look on his face before.
And yet… hearing Zariel speak as if what he'd done wasn't anything relevant left her humiliated. Did he not realize how hurtful his words were?
"Bastard," she cursed, wanting to invoke a spell that would blast him on his ass, but realized her entire star had been drained of color. She was dry but not defenseless.
She lunged at him, her feet blurring as her blade howled, cutting across the air.