Remind me next time I go out to acquire a large angry skunk and put it in Sola's room. Or perhaps a nice wasp's nest or a few vipers.
Even a pointy stick wouldn't go amiss.
My fury was almost tangible as I stood beside the sofa, hissing angrily and prodding my eye cautiously. As if I really needed any more bruises.
I was going to make Sola pay for this. No-one messes with me and gets away with it. I haven't been alive for five thousand years to let people use me for a punchbag. If Sola wants a scrap, she'll get one.
She'd best watch her back.
Cause I'm gonna stick a knife in it.