(Michelle Lui's POV)
Kate dragged me into the girls' hallway like a mother cat dragging her kitten by the neck.
The moment the door closed behind us, she turned, placed both hands on my shoulders, and declared:
"Okay. SIT."
I sat.
Lara and Jasmine hovered awkwardly near the bed.
Kate stood like a general preparing for war.
"Michelle," she said slowly, "sweetie… who do you want to punch first? Steven? Anthony? The entire male species?"
I blinked.
"Kate—"
"No, I'm serious. Just point. I'll swing."
"Kate," Lara muttered, "this is not—"
"Lara," Kate snapped back, "I am five seconds away from duct taping all the boys together and throwing them down a hill."
Jasmine coughed softly. "I'd… like to watch that."
Kate pointed at her. "See? She gets it."
I actually laughed.
They all froze.
Kate softened immediately.
"There she is," she murmured, brushing hair out of my face. "My sweet baby witch."
"I'm not a baby," I muttered.
"Tonight you are," she said firmly.
