02-02-2015, 05:25 PM
Jessika's expression froze her face solid. She would not crack if a crowbar split apart her jaw. Her posture was perfect. Her fingers were loosely twined together. She was a lovely statue.
But inside she raged. All this cloak and dagger, scrimping and scraping to accommodate his majesty, and she was dismissed before they engaged in a normal conversation? Damien spied on her with his fruitcake girlfriend, wisked himself in on the wind, interrogated her about art of all nonsense, and bid her good day on a single breath. When he took her hand, she did not let go when he moved aside.
"What is this rouse of yours? I may not seem like much from someone like you, but I know when I am being played for a fool. And its rude whether you are Mexican, American, or Texan. What do you want from me? After all this, I deserve to hear it from your lips."
That plastered smile stretched her mouth tight, but her eyes did not flick aside, they held Damien's as firmly as he squeezed her hand.
But inside she raged. All this cloak and dagger, scrimping and scraping to accommodate his majesty, and she was dismissed before they engaged in a normal conversation? Damien spied on her with his fruitcake girlfriend, wisked himself in on the wind, interrogated her about art of all nonsense, and bid her good day on a single breath. When he took her hand, she did not let go when he moved aside.
"What is this rouse of yours? I may not seem like much from someone like you, but I know when I am being played for a fool. And its rude whether you are Mexican, American, or Texan. What do you want from me? After all this, I deserve to hear it from your lips."
That plastered smile stretched her mouth tight, but her eyes did not flick aside, they held Damien's as firmly as he squeezed her hand.