"Hmm...maybe our food here is making you less scrawny. You should be grateful you're taken care of. Not many humans can boast about being pampered by a Lycan."
I knocked my fist against her head.
"Ow! Why did you do that?" She yelled, placing her hands on the spot, her bottom lip trembling.
"Giving a little brat what she deserves for having such a foul mouth."
"It's not my fault you were malnourished!"
"This has nothing to do with that!" I raised my fist, but she quickly side-stepped, and I missed. "Stay still!"
"Why on earth will I do that?"
I sighed, adjusting my sleeves, and continued walking. "I don't have time for this."
Dia hurried to walk beside me. "Wouldn't it have been less hectic for you to ask why he told you no?"
"If he wanted to tell his reasons, he would have. I'm not asking for the obvious."
"Tsk! A stubborn pest you are. Here you are rambling about his reasons when you can just ask him and be done with it. Was your head made of stone or something?"
