The moment the words left his mouth—"You're too small for me"—Isabella's brain did a hard reboot.
Not a soft reset.
No.
A full "the screen went black, the loading circle is spinning, please wait" type of reboot.
Her mouth fell open. Her eyes widened. Her soul floated out of her body, looked down at the scene, and said, "Wow. We're being bullied today."
She stared at him.
She stared DOWN at herself.
She stared UP at him again.
She stared around in case the universe wanted to provide witnesses to this crime.
Nothing.
Only trees.
Wind.
Glowing plants.
Glimora blinking innocently.
And this six-foot-plus phoenix bastard with no wings but still managing to act like a celestial deity supervising his tiny confused disciple.
She finally managed to croak out, "W–what did you just say?"
Osiris crossed his arms, completely unfazed. "You heard me."
"You—" She pointed at herself. "Me?"
"Yes."
"SMALL?"
"Yes."
"AS IN…" She waved her hands up and down her body. "THIS me?!"
