"She?" I asked, letting a slight smirk touch my lips because the alternative was letting my entire face twist with irritation. "And who is this 'she' that you keep going on about?"
Jiang Meilan stared at me as though the answer should have been obvious, and that reaction immediately irritated me more than the vines, the burned yard, or the fact that I was still being held like an injured cat who might leap off the furniture the second no one was looking.
I could understand hatred.
At this point, Meilan hating me had become one of the few consistent things in two lifetimes, which said something very depressing about the state of the world.
What I could not understand was her assumption that everyone else should automatically know what was happening inside her head.
"You." Her answer came out sharp enough to cut, leaving no doubt about who she blamed for every miserable thing currently happening in the yard. "Everything happening here is because of you."
