This Isn’t Yelgra!

Anastasia couldn't help and she laughed out loud. Guarhal was… brutal. Last time when she had met Lilette, she thought that the two had bonded, but her snide remark was so out of the blue that it hurt her on the inside. However, Guarhal's comment lightened her mood. She just couldn't help laughing even though she did feel a little guilty on the inside that it was her cousin who was at the other end of the joke. 

Lilette's blood drained from her face. Her head became dizzy. "How is this possible?" she squealed. "You— you just met him, and I— I have known him for a long time. Almost two years now. I know he likes me!" She stuttered. "Have you given him a love potion or you have cast a spell on him? You bloody witch!" 

Aghast at her outburst, on an impulse Anastasia slapped her across her face. "Stay in your limits, Lilette," she snarled. 

Lilette's mouth fell to the floor. She held her cheek as sharp pain burned it.