Neil.

There came Faye’s voice, all bitter and angry. “What do you mean?!”

I reclined in my chair, my lips spreading in the sort of smile I knew she wouldn't be able to stand. She shot to her feet, looking at me as if I had just slapped her pride. Cute. She believed that her anger could frighten me. But no, all that did was entertain me.

“You look adorable when you get worked up like that,” I responded lazily, crossing my arms.

Her jaw dropped and the folder in her hand shook. ...