My palms slammed onto the polished table, rattling a cup someone had left behind and startling nearby workers and guests who could see both of us in full view.
My throat burned as I shouted, every word sharp enough to slice through the incense-thick air.
"Ann Murphray, you know damn well I'm a raging homosexual with double X chromosomes." I jabbed a finger towards Ann, my eyes narrowing into knives, "actually, a slight bit misandrist for that matter! So if you expect me to serve a man as payback, I'd rather just be a liar pants on fire and never repay my debts! I'll cut every ties with you if I had to"
The words shot out of me like arrows, clattering against the silken curtains, the carved pillars, the velvet couches of this too-elegant brothel.
