Selene's expression darkened noticeably, her naturally pale complexion turning even more ashen. The hand holding her juice trembled slightly.

"I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to," she stammered, her voice fragile and pitiful, as though my words had wounded her deeply.

But I didn't stop. Now that I'd started, I continued, "Maybe you didn't mean to, but your actions have still affected us. Mrs. Harlow, if it was unintentional, just be more mindful in the future. There's no ...