The desire to punch the smug bastard was starting to feel very familiar and Evienne has a feeling it was going to be constant. Hell she still might make it a reality, consequences be damned.
She paled again at the reminder of what was going to happen and the fact that it would be bloody. She wanted to lock the bathroom door, try and find a way out. But he could probably unlock the damn thing with his mind and there were no windows in the bathroom to escape out of.
Deciding she never wanted that disgusting piece of fabric ever again, the woman clung tightly to the towel as if it were a life vest before finally opening the door. She glared daggers at the man by the door, wanting nothing more than for him to drop dead at that moment