Baited Breath

Ashmedai's ears flicked back at the girl scolding him. Who did she think she was anyway? He hated the way she said his name. He hated the way she spoke. He hated the way she made good points. His mind turning, Ashmedai was about to come back with just about any argument he could think of. He was halted by that stupid voice. It stung his ears and made his eyes prick with hot tears.

Rhythm.

She shushed them, her tone harsh, "Sorry!" he replied before thinking. Quickly, as if correcting himself, Ashmedai shot her a sharp look, "Whatever. You got your little family. Enjoy it before some other woman comes and steals your place." He muttered under his breath, turning and kicking off. He was not going to deal with this any more.