Willow felt like she could get used to Ezrik threatening her. She must have offended him one way or the other in her last life. That much was certain.
She gritted her teeth. Was he not tired of this? All she wanted was to leave and he had the power to kick her out. So why drag it out?
"I'm not telling you anything. I didn't steal from your room. I didn't—"
"Come on, Dreg, this is starting to get old and sad." Ezrik cut her off, groaning. "You're the one. If Navian's protecting you, then I'm certain of it. He wouldn't have fought me back at the bonfire if it wasn't.
He's a sick, disciplined peacock."
Willow pressed her lips into a thin line.
He was already onto her. Nothing she said would convince him otherwise. So instead of wasting words, she kept silent, glaring at him. But that only seemed to amuse him more.
