She drove for a little distance before she answered, trying not to move her ankle too much or grip the steering wheel too hard. She realised she probably should have washed her hands off, or wrapped them in something, before they left, but it was too late now. “I’m not scared of you. I could never be scared of you. The … who had the blue eyes? He’s frightening. He popped out from behind a tree at me, for fuck’s sake.” Now that there was time between her and the incident, her fear was starting to convert to anger.
“He…I think he thought that you were a hunter, but I’ll ask him to apologise…I’m so sorry, Summer. I didn’t…I didn’t want you to find out this way.” He twisted to face her, his eyes comically wide as he gazed at her fearfully, flinching back from her anger. “I wanted to tell you myself, I was just waiting for the right moment.”
The laugh that escaped her was harsh and shocked. “The right moment? The right /moment/?” She couldn’t find any other words; it just seemed so absurd — she didn’t even know what kind of right moment he meant. “Wh-what kind of right moment is there for ‘I’m secretly a faery tale creatu—’ Oh, fuck me. What I said, the other night — the Red Riding Hood — oh my god.”