Her rage was flung into the fur of his chest. But she brought it back, still laying down, to look him in the eyes. Her gaze was stinging and full of fire. She was almost furious to the fact that he didn't know. Was he still playing this game? He still refused to see and listen to Charon?
"Why won't you see him! Why do you always ignore him?"
She spat at him, tears coming roughly from her eyes. She didn't understand why everyone hated Charon. She knew she did now. But even when he hissed at them and called them names, they never flinched. It didn't make any sense to her.
