“You don’t even know me,” she snapped, releasing the cat, who galloped off. She came to her feet, shoulders hunched and arms folded. “You’ve got an hour’s worth of observations and that’s it, and I’m telling you, I’m a horrible, selfish, cruel, ugly person. Nobody likes me, because I don’t deserve to be liked.”
Isaac held his hands up and took a few steps back. “Fine. You’re a horrible, selfish, cruel, ugly person and I still have to do whatever you say for the next twenty-three hours,” he said, shrugging and leaning against the wall. He wasn’t going to argue. It was futile anyway.
She made a grumpy, inarticulate growling kind of sound and rubbed her hands over her face. “Explain to me about this werewolf thing,” she said instead. “And how you just decided it was okay to show me by casually picking up my car.”