Nala didn't know what to do with herself. Her entire life, she had been the one who made others squirm, the shameless, eccentric lamia who said things no one else dared to say, who threw her antics like a net and watched people flail.
She was the one who bullied, who teased, who left people sputtering and retreating in embarrassment.
But now?
Now it was completely reversed.
This man, this infuriating, smug, impossible man, was pulling all the strings. He'd cornered her, mocked her, replayed her most shameless words back at her, and the result was a heat in her cheeks so strong she wanted to roll across the ground just to bury her face in the dirt.
She wanted to bash her head against the nearest tree until the memories of what she'd said were erased.
It was the first time in her life she had ever felt like this, and she hated it.
She preferred to be in control. To be the one smirking while others flustered, not the other way around. To tease, not to be teased.
