Reaching Answers (Artemis University #8) - Erin R Flynn Page 0,118
was right.
Given back to. That was the actual phrases in their minds and being used in the interviews.
I blew my lid. I was shocked the top of my head didn’t pop off like in a cartoon. My eye twitched so badly, it actually distorted my vision as I headed right for the guard station.
Another day, I would have been amused at the confusion coming off of them when I signed out to go off campus and didn’t have my bike or a vehicle. One of them was smart and radioed for Zack or Ray, but they were two late. I left my bag with one of the guys I trusted and took three steps off campus before opening a temp portal to where the asshole was giving his press conference.
“Tamsin, don’t!” someone bellowed from behind me.
Too late. My temper was full out blown. I stepped through and arrived somewhere I didn’t recognize, glancing around and finding my target.
Carson Leisser. Fox shifter, and one of the loudest voices who’d started most of this bullshit about women staying in their places with their families and doing what their betters, their male betters, told them to. And how everything bad that happened to them in their lives was their fault for being weak.
And he was Councilman Leisser’s eldest son, up for the seat one day.
Only if he lived until then.
“I have had it with your lunatic rantings,” I stated as I walked over to him. I vaguely drew something on my hands before shooting out barriers to contain his security and posse. “You bark and bark and bark like a rabid dog about being better. Well, it’s time to put your money where your frothing, hysterical mouth is.”
I moved my fingers along my forearm after pushing up the sleeve of my sweater and launched my attack, breaking his hips and shoulders right there in front of all the cameras.
“Arrest her!” Carson howled as he crumbled to the ground.
Predictable. I moved closer so we were about ten feet apart, smirking at him. “Isn’t this your fault for being weak? Isn’t that what you say about the lowly women? Are you saying you can’t be held to the same standards as weak women? You rant and rant about how it’s their fault for being weak when they get hurt or abused, but one little rune you’ll heal from and you want me arrested? Do you need a bra, Miss?”
His eyes filled with rage, his fox moving behind them, and the idiot took the bait. “I’m no woman and you are all weak. I’m tired of you not being shown your place and causing problems in our society.”
“I feel the same way about you,” I purred. “You’re a hysterical relic that the humans would look down on as outdated as you bark about idiot ideas they’ve long moved past. Is the world still flat to you? Do you want me to be sold for two goats? Traveling by train can cause instant insanity? I mean, even you can learn like the humans, right? Or do you believe I’ll be reborn as a vampire because I’m redheaded?”
“You need to shut your mouth and learn respect,” he snapped as he healed, yanking off his jacket while pushing to his feet.
“Respect is earned and you’ve done nothing to earn mine,” I jeered glancing at his groin. “Your tiny penis certainly won’t help you here. Let’s be honest about how small it is. We both know that’s why you bark so loudly about how great you are. Humans compensate like that too. Normally, it’s with obscenely big trucks or tiny red sports cars, but we all can recognize what you’re doing.”
Someone from the media snickered and my eyes went wide as I heard her thoughts.
He had an array of tiny red sports cars.
“Well, well, I guess you’re just like the humans in some ways,” I mocked. “Tiny red sports cars are your thing, huh?” I eyed him over. “Yeah, that still wouldn’t get me near you. Your poor mate.” I snapped my fingers as he finished healing. “I bet you have a lot of hot security or staff she hangs out with at home while you travel around barking women are so stupid and beneath you, right?”
I didn’t get anything off of his security, but I glanced at them and laughed like I had, snapping the final thread of Carson’s temper as well. He launched at me and I easily deflected him, throwing a quick jab to his face.