Pure, unfiltered pride.
Sierra huffed smugly to herself. Maybe Veil wasn't entirely worthless after all—at least the man had a shred of discernment.
That Madison woman? Please. She thought she could posture in front of her?
She clearly had no idea who she was dealing with.
Credit where credit's due—Veil actually had taste.
"You got mad, didn't you?" Sierra asked, clearly in a good mood.
Veil didn't even bother turning around. He let out a cold snort. "Are you blind? Couldn't tell?"
The words nearly choked Sierra. She fumbled for a response, then tried again. "You were getting along just fine with her earlier. I mean, she did have a decent figure. What happened? Why the sudden change?"
Veil still didn't look back, though he was perfectly aware of what was going on.
Why was Sierra suddenly so chatty?
Because she was worried about him?
Not a chance.
