BLOODSTAINED HEARTS
I muttered, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
“I wasn’t insulting you, Zoey. That was a compliment,” he chuckled, leaning back in his chair with a self-assuredness that grated on my nerves.
I stood up abruptly, bowing sarcastically before him. “Yeah, yeah,” I said, my voice dripping with mock sweetness. “That’s for the compliment, almighty Alexei.”
His smile widened, the spark of amusement in his eyes undimmed. “You don’t look like it, but you are a funny one,” he said, his voice surprisingly devoid of malice.
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