June's mouth stayed slightly ajar, eyes fixed on the curtain where Olivia had disappeared.
"…Did she just—"
Kafka flexed his bitten hand, still looking at it as if the imprint of her teeth might have some kind of answer for him.
"She bit me…" He muttered, more to himself than anyone else.
The store was silent for a beat, the air thick with disbelief.
One of the younger employees finally whispered what they were all thinking. "That...was not what I imagined she'd do."
Heads nodded all around.
They all had the same image of Olivia, cold, poised, carrying herself like she'd been born in a palace and knew exactly how to look down on peasants.
In their minds, she was the sort of woman who would cut a person down with a single glance, not sink her teeth into them like a sulky schoolgirl. The contrast between her usual aura and what had just happened was so jarring it almost didn't feel real.
