And of course Andromache felt herself tense the moment he turned around. All her suspicions had been correct. Few people gave her the overwhelming desire to throw herself from the window just to get away from whatever the hell he had planned. Even in the old days she allowed him to touch her. All because she wanted to survive.
Everything about him was much too familiar for her liking. It wasn't something she enjoyed and would rather forget, but it was still a part of her past and who she was. It sickened her. Maybe there were women who got a thrill out of such a thing but she did not. She couldn't be entirely certain if he recognized her. Surely he felt her like she felt him, but there was no telling if he could so easily throw someone like her from his mind.
Her head tilted ever so slightly at his comment. With an attitude like that, no wonder no one wanted to keep him. But she was professional and kept her composure, no matter how badly she wanted to run home and get Hector and Kayla out of the city. "Then kindly pronounce it for me," she said with all the effort not to rage at him. However, "But if you speak to me like that again I will assign you a detention."