Chapter 16 - Accusations
"But not now," he spat back. "Now you answer doors in outfits that leave nothing to the imagination," fury rose in his face, creasing lines she'd never seen and darkening his eyes almost brown.
She froze, bent over his leg. Her glare battled his. "You don't get a say anymore," she hissed. "You left Ed."
He sat up, sending the sheet pooling down into his lap. "Then I don't have to hear your critique on my automail upkeep," his hands palmed the table's cool surface, shaking as they fought not to reach for her shoulders. "You don't get one either."