You're drunk.Her reply was tart, disappointed. That confident facade that she'd come to enjoy seemed just as fake as the basis for their marriage. Especially after meeting the demon. Pride.
Her nostrils flared, and she slipped past Kaczor, into the hallway, abandoning the change of clothes and other gathered items on a table.
I won't talk to you until you clean yourself up. And if you won't let me help you, you'll find me downstairs.
She could hear footsteps behind of her, and glanced over her shoulder to the old woman, only for a moment.
I'll wait for an hour. If you're not downstairs by then, I'll assume you've no interest in a compromise.
Novella glanced over her shoulder to her spouse, before she slipped downstairs, to make herself at home on the living room couch.
@Kaczor Tilani
10-30-2024, 10:36 PM
