A week later...
Mal smirks as she watches Hyades throw an entire table.
She may not of liked how it happened but she was definitely enjoying the perks of having the demi-god under her. In less than a week, they had, in every conceivable way, shown their dominance and strength over Cora and Atilla. The Rats however… She hadn't heard much from that end besides the occasional raid. Her smirk twists wickedly. Good. It served them right for being so open about their attachments.
She kicks over a trash can herself. And this would teach this salesman to keep his hands to himself the next time Evie stopped at his stall.
"If I ever hear even a rumor that you've so much as crossed your fucking eyes at Evie again I will burn your shop to the ground. With or without you in it depends on how I feel that day."
She wasn't going to lie. She thought for certain that having the soft hearted girl was going to be a nightmare to get into shape. However that hadn't been the case in the slightest. Even Carlos was more argumentative than her. And that fact didn't go unnoticed.
The one bad side however was the new sensation that seemed to bubble up, every time she saw how hollow the other girl's eyes were now.
It pissed her off. Was Uma seriously so great that being stuck with them made her so miserable? The thought had her sneering as she ripped down a rack of scarves. Or was it simply the fact that no one had ever forced Hyades to do anything? No one had ever had the balls- Well before her mother that is. Her scowl darkens as she breaks the rest of a chipped glass case with bobbles displayed in it.
It was almost disturbing how quickly Hyades personality had done a one eighty. Her obnoxiously bright and inquisitive personality was now dark, cold, and silent unless she was talking to E or C, and even that seemed forced.
If she were being honest with herself she knew it was more than that. That the feeling in her chest was actually something a kin to guilt and hurt. She felt guilty that she'd finally got what she wanted at the expense of the girl's demeanor. And hurt that the girl in question preferred her rival. What was so great about Uma fucking anyways?
Her lip lifts in a snarl.
Everything had been so conflicting and confusing since her mother made her decree, and she fucking hated it. Hated the feeling. Hated what they were doing to her physically. How it was making her question so much shit. And of course, leaving her with a migraine every night.
She frowns as she lets out a whistle once she notices there was nearly nothing left unbroken in the shop. "I think we've made our point. Let's go." She starts walking, wishing her feelings listened as well as her gang when she hears them fall into line behind her.
