"I know what you've fought," Quinlan replied. "But this battle will see us go against enemies at level 100 and above. You simply aren't ready."
"But-"
"Feng."
She slumped back in her chair, arms folded so tightly that he wondered whether she was trying to squeeze the indignation out of herself.
"You're both being awful."
"I agree," Felicity declared. "Completely awful."
The two girls glared at their respective tormentors. Alexios endured his daughter's fury while Quinlan took the chair beside him, smiling at Feng's enormous pout.
She turned away from him with an offended little huff.
Felicity caught her friend's hand across the table.
"We should refuse to speak to them."
"For how long?"
"Until they apologize."
Alexios reached for his cup. Quinlan watched him take a leisurely drink while his daughter looked ready to throw her pastry at him.
"Father!"
"That was brief."
Feng snorted, then tried to look solemn when Felicity glared at her.
"I'm still on your side."
