I could hear quickened footsteps as I left the room, Iona's obviously but I didn't look back, I simply ignored her. "Do you know what you have done?" she asked, anger visibly laced in her tone.
I turned back sharply feeling a wave of fury, I wasn't about to back down from a confrontation especially since it had to do with my husband. Gosh! It felt nice to finally call him that, focus Phoebe, focus.
"What have I done, Iona? I simply bathed my husband, is there a problem?" I asked as I folded my arms across my chest.
She clenched her fists. "He is not your husband or your mate or anything to you, not here. He is a man and you are a woman, he will have that bath again, without you."
Is this woman crazy? I became increasingly annoyed by her tone and choice of words. It is official, I don't like her.
