[ This is it. This is the story of how Grant Ward dies.
There's absolutely no masking the loathing in her gaze, an explosion waiting to happen, just simmering behind her eyes and thinly veiled by the sneering curl of her lips. Her left hand curls into a fist, the right still resting on the counter. But she reels it in. She tries to force the murderous tension out of her shoulders, but all she does is lower them and lift her chin. ]
So you're chumming the water. Wow. [ She tightens her grimace into a sarcastic smile and shakes her head, drawing and releasing a deep breath to try and temper her reaction. ] Classy.
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There's absolutely no masking the loathing in her gaze, an explosion waiting to happen, just simmering behind her eyes and thinly veiled by the sneering curl of her lips. Her left hand curls into a fist, the right still resting on the counter. But she reels it in. She tries to force the murderous tension out of her shoulders, but all she does is lower them and lift her chin. ]
So you're chumming the water. Wow. [ She tightens her grimace into a sarcastic smile and shakes her head, drawing and releasing a deep breath to try and temper her reaction. ] Classy.