Hades
Felicia didn't speak right away. Her lips parted, but no words came out, her throat working like she was trying to swallow something down. That wasn't a good sign.
I stood slowly, the chair groaning beneath me as I leaned forward, hands braced against my desk.
"Felicia." My voice was low, even. A warning wrapped in a whisper. "You have exactly five seconds before I start assuming the worst." My jaw clenched, onyx claws revealing themselves. "And trust me, I mean the absolute worst."
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, a nervous tick she rarely showed.
"I—" She stopped, curling her fingers into fists. "Mutts are so fucking ungrateful. I inform him that his own daughter is losing her mind, and then he pulls this shit?" She gasped incredulously, laughter—mirthless and hollow—bubbling out of her, only pouring gasoline on the flames of irritation that had already been lit in my chest.
"Ah," I drawled, my patience evaporating. "So it's bad."
She scoffed, but it was weak.
