What infuriated her more was that, even while insulting him, she could not stop thinking about the way he had kissed her. So she scrubbed her lips harder than necessary, giving them a dark red hue in the process.
By the time she stepped out, dried herself, and changed into clean clothes, her mind felt a little less chaotic. Not calm, exactly, but no longer was it on the verge of exploding and murdering Cassian.
Feeling hungry, Cixi went into the kitchen, made herself a simple cheese sandwich, and carried the plate to the small sofa, where she sat down. She had taken a bite only when she heard a loud noise.
She paused mid-chew, and her ears perked up as they picked up the noise coming from somewhere nearby. Another loud sound startled her, and she jumped up from her seat.
At first, she thought it might have been something simple, perhaps a table dragged too hard across the floor or someone dropping a box. But then came another sound.
It was the sound of furniture crashing.
