“Well, princess, I’m pretty sure you were the one who interrupted me.”
The syringe of morphling lay at Johanna’s side, primed and ready.
“Can you not call me princess?” Vendetta was about to say please, but she figured this girl hadn’t earned the respect. “I was not expecting you to come back so harshly. I should of known though. You are Johanna Mason, after all.”
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