Aisha groaned loudly, dragging her hands down her flushed face in utter frustration.
This wasn't her style, bickering like some common peasant girl over a man in the middle of camp, in front of the firelight, with the scent of roasted meat wafting in the air like a taunt.
This wasn't her at all
She prided herself on being above such nonsense. And yet here she was, arguing with Skadi, of all people.
Skadi, with her simple-minded impulsiveness and puppy-dog loyalty... Skadi, who Aisha had always seen as a naive child, incapable of grasping the nuance of real emotion.
Her sharp tongue itched to lash out, but deep down, she knew that Skadi's words earlier had cut her more deeply than she cared to admit. That damned wolf girl had seen through her pride and uncovered something raw.
