Like a kitten discovering court politics and immediately choosing violence.
Phei smiled at her.
Amber narrowed her eyes.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing."
"You are smiling."
"You are cute when you investigate me."
"I am not investigating you."
"You have looked between me and your mother sixty times in two minutes."
Amber's cheeks warmed: "Maybe your face just looks guilty."
"My face looks godly handsome. Guilt is a separate matter."
Victoria made a small sound that might have been a laugh strangled before birth.
Sierra did laugh softly.
Amber glared harder, which only made Phei's smile worse.
"You are helpless; you just had to go and do that, didn't you?"
"And yet you keep looking."
"That is because I do not trust you."
