"Santiago! Yelling at me is not going to make anything better!" She watched him melt against the wall and had to fight not to do the same -- she put a hand out and rested it against the wall so that she didn't and frowned at the man.
"It's not like he even cares! He accused me of -- fucking stealing his sperm or something fucking horrible like that -- who does that?" Lyssandra swallowed thickly and muttered something to herself that had to do with the one time she forgot half her potion because she'd been running out the door. It was obvious that she was very upset by the fact he'd accused her of doing this on purpose.
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