Days 99 – 105 of the experiment.
“Not taking the bait, huh?” he continued, eyes sparkling with amusement. “Aren’t you just a dedicated little thing? I wonder how dedicated, though.” He stood, rifling in his coat while his companions–probably the same idiots from yesterday–snickered at his side.
There was a swish of metal on metal that made all of the hairs on Violetta’s arms stand up and then a dagger landed ten centimeters from her left pinky. She didn’t flinch–just glared at the knife. More feet entered her field of view while interest grew in the confrontation. She was sure some people were taking bets, and she didn’t like her odds at the moment.
Another knife landed with a thunk between her hands, setting off additional rounds of betting. She never hated anyone more than she hated Martellus at this moment–him and his stupid games and always trying to make Violetta look bad.
What is his problem? She very nearly gave in to the urge to blurt the question but bit her tongue instead to keep quiet. Read more…