Wood

Sin tapped on Reverie's shoulder, both turned back to their human form. 

"Reverie?" He asked, but she didn't answer. 

Reverie's face flushed crimson, her eyes narrowed into slits, and her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white. 

She took a deep, shaky breath, the veins in her neck pulsated with rage as she struggled to contain the storm growing inside her. 

This was the man who made her go through so much, traumatised her, made her paranoid, sleepless, mentally and physically exhausted. 

"You…." She spoke loudly, but slowly. 

"Eh?" The man turned around, and laughter filled the room, harsh and jarring. "Well, if it isn't the girl with the mismatched eyes," he sneered. "Still playing the freak, I see."

Reverie's breath hitched in her throat, her heart hammered against her chest. Every mocking word was like a reminder of every beat the man struck her with. 

"Shut up," she hissed back at him.