Rage flows in cool streams from scalp to tailbone. Worse than Vergil's provocation is his dismissal. His nose hairs are as gray as his eyelashes, she's displeased to discover.
"Do? Who was it that stopped and came to me?" Nel crosses the invisible line, craning her neck to glare directly up mere inches away from the front of his jacket. "Are you that desperate for a rematch?"
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"Do? Who was it that stopped and came to me?" Nel crosses the invisible line, craning her neck to glare directly up mere inches away from the front of his jacket. "Are you that desperate for a rematch?"