C47 The Poolside Collision

The words struck like sparks against dry fuel igniting everything in an instant.

Cleopatra moved before reason could restrain her. Her hand cut through the air slap! landing hard against his face with a force that snapped his head to the side. The impact stung her palm, a sharp reminder of the heat surging through her veins.

“Don’t you dare speak to me like that!” she snapped