He'd actually just spat the blood right back out and on to her shoes.
Son of a bitch.
Eve stepped up glaring at him and delivered a sharp left hander to his cheek. How dare he?. How dare he?
More to the point than even the shoes, she wondered how. How he'd resisted what had made him resist. It wasn't fair. He'd been forced to taste it, and then he hadn't swallowed. She could make him swallow it but that wasn't why he was here. He had to come to the power on his own, be given choices and taught what the firm expected. But he had done none of those things.
"You'll be getting the bill for these." she hissed.