Elysia knew Malvoria was playing with her, taunting her, and that only made her more irritated. The smugness in those grey eyes, the barely hidden amusement in the way she leaned in so casually, so infuriatingly confident. Ugh.
Elysia scowled, tilting her chin up defiantly, even though her heart was pounding so loudly she was convinced Malvoria could hear it.
"Yes, I have feelings for you," she snapped. "Feelings of hate."
Malvoria blinked. Then she chuckled. A slow, deep laugh that sent a shiver down Elysia's spine—one that she immediately ignored.
"Hate?" Malvoria drawled, stepping even closer, completely invading Elysia's space. "Really, now?"
"Yes," Elysia huffed, crossing her arms tightly, willing herself to stay composed. "A deep, burning, passionate hatred."
Malvoria smirked. "Passionate, you say?"
Elysia froze for half a second before groaning. "That's not what I meant!"
