Inspite of the warmth of the room i felt my skin rise in
goose pimples. I rubbed my upper arm, trying so hard to hold my ground. My head
was arching with tension, my mind trying to stay clear and focused while the
earth seem to be shifting beneath my feet. The air was polluted with Saul's
hatred, its high -voltage waves zapping at me, making my skin pepper all the
more.
"Are you cold?" Saul asked.
I kept my mouth rigid with so much anger.
“What do you care?" i asked.
He held my glare for a pulsing moment. "Have you had
dinner?" he asked.
"No, and if you think i would dine with you dressed
like this, then you are so on a long thing," i said with a lift of chin.