C23 The devil without horns

I stared at the red faced woman, shocked.

Some of her blonde strands fell on her forehead as her enraged brown eyes threw daggers at me.

"What the hell do you think you are doing, Sasha!" Pushing her off, I stood straight. "What's wrong with you?"

"And what the fuck do you think you're doing?" she spat.

I pursed my lips, eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?"

A bitter laughter left her