The Date IV

"That's right!" Veronica declared hotly, whirling around to yell at the man who dared to interrupt, not realizing that everyone was shirking back in terror and wordlessly pleading with her to stop talking.  "She will never be― my… my…"

"Yes? Feel free to continue your sentence," Atticus smiled as he looked down at Veronica Yarrowood. It was a pleasant smile, but only a fool would fail to detect the bloodlust in his eyes as he gazed down at her.

Then again, if Veronica Yarrowood was foolish enough to insult Daphne in his vicinity, perhaps he had too high an opinion of her intelligence to begin with. 

"I'm waiting, Lady Yarrowood. It's not kind to leave your liege hanging like this," Atticus tutted, raising an eyebrow. "Or are you intent on offending me?"