Spicier, he said, and then went on to complain about dragons and Grey Wardens or whatever. She hated this. She hated that he was beating around the bush about what had happened between them, that he was acting like this was his kingdom and she was just some peasant in it. He turned to her, eyeing her with the same kind of curiosity he’d used to offer when he wanted to know what was on her mind. Before, she’d found it charming. Now, it just pissed her off.
Her anger had been brewing beneath the surface, but it boiled over at that one look.
“Spicier?!”
Nell stopped entirely, whirling on Ruth with whatever “spice” she had left. She was pissed. She was pissed at him for being so nonchalant about this, she was pissed at herself for not walking away from him the second she saw him, she was pissed about his stupid little rolling papers. Her feelings about the whole ordeal immediately kicked up into an inferno of anger; Ruth was the center of it.
“You know what, forget this. I’ll hire a messenger to make the delivery,” she said, beginning to walk back in the direction they’d come from.
Abruptly, feeling the need to have the last word, Nell turned mid-exit.
“Did it ever occur to you that other people matter, too, Ruth!? He’s four, by the way, and he has your stupid hair and your dad tried to kill us both after you left. Not that it matters, because all you care about is yourself, but if you ever decide to grow the fuck u-”
Nell remembered herself mid-rant. She stopped suddenly, forcing herself to take a deep, deep breath.
“I’m leaving,” she huffed. “Goodbye.”
Nell turned to go.
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