Chapter 45
GEORGIA'S POV
"What do you want now?" I snapped, but she only offered a sharp, knowing smile.
"Have you forgotten our little arrangement? I can make you do whatever I want," Rheia said, bouncing onto my bed with far too much energy for my liking. "I came here to give you an order, but I ended up overhearing something far more interesting instead."
"Why are you always lurking where you aren't wanted? This isn't funny anymore, Rheia. Why couldn't you just wait for me at the table?" I groaned, and she giggled.
"Why do you insist on thinking out loud? That's what your brain is for, Georgia. If you're going to use your tongue to think, of course I'm going to hear it," she chirped, her grin widening.
"This is weird. Why are you acting so cheerful instead of snapping at me?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.
