"What do you want?". This question escaped from my lips, accompanied by a frown on my face.
I did not even bother to turn around to look at her.
It was her who came and stood in front of me. Unlike me, who wore trousers, she wore a red strapless dress, with her blonde hair tied up using a fancy ribbon.
"Why are you acting tough, Anastasia? Why are you pretending? Why are you not kneeling down before me and begging me to leave Dylan just like you always did?". She asked me.
"How dare you humiliate me in there? Who do you think you are?". She tried to grab my hair, but before she was able to do that, Fireball and Irving left my arms and jumped at her face.
They scratched her face using their claws, causing her to struggle.
She screamed continuously as she fought with Fireball and Irving and tried to remove them from her face.
She finally succeeded and firmly grabbed them before throwing them away.
