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~Rowan's POV
The room went quiet after Lisa left, her footsteps echoing down the hallway like a slap to the face.
Kael kicked the side of the couch, his jaw tight. "We should've dealt with her now. Right now."
Damon threw his head back and laughed. "Relax. What? You scared of a girl who talks back?"
Kael turned sharply. "You saw that, didn't you? She's getting bold. Too bold. Next thing you know, she'll be walking in here and slapping us all."
I leaned back in the chair, swirling the drink in my hand, still thinking about the way she said no. No hesitation. Just fire. Real, raw fire.
"Maybe she should," I muttered, more to myself.
Kael snapped his head toward me. "What did you say?"
"Nothing," I said, waving him off. "You're just pissed she didn't melt at your feet just like before."
Damon chuckled again. "I kind of like this version of her. Feisty. Loud. Brave. It's entertaining."
"You like every girl until they spit in your face," Kael growled.
