Heena forced herself to calm down, taking several deep, measured breaths to prevent herself from doing something violent and regrettable inside a moving carriage.
When she finally spoke, her voice was controlled but cold:
"Anyway. You need to get out. Right now."
Samuel looked at her with that same infuriating, serene smile and said pleasantly, "Definitely not."
Heena's eye twitched. "What the HELL did you just say?"
Samuel reached into a compartment beside him and pulled out a wooden bottle of water. He offered it to her with the gentle concern of a devoted spouse and said:
"Wife, drink some water first. It's not good for your health to be so angry. Your face is getting flushed."
Heena snatched the water bottle from him—because yes, she WAS thirsty after that chili assault on her taste buds—but she glared at him while drinking.
She set the bottle down forcefully and said, "Listen to me very carefully. I am TELLING you to get lost. Leave this carriage. Now."
