Emilie's breath was heavy, her hands trembling against his skin from the mix of anticipation and the hate that rose in her chest. She couldn't think, and the more time that passed, the more appealing his offer sounded.

She didn't offer much warning before she punched him in the side of the head. A quick shift, a push away from him against his chest with the flat of her hand, but not much more.

"Fuck off, Anastas!"