Leah’s brow creased into an indignant frown. “In your space? I was living here long before you ever came around, Costanzo. You’re in my territory. That’s automatic stalking.” Hours from now, Leah would look back on this conversation and cringe at how juvenile it all was. This was absolutely ridiculous. Just when she thought this part of her was long buried, Micah had to bring it back out again.
Her eyes narrowed. She really wished she could prove herself, challenge Micah to a fight or something just to show how much more skilled Leah was than the other woman. Current limitations were a bitch in this instance, though. Leah knew when to hold herself back, much as it pained her to let Micah keep getting cheap verbal (or, in this case, silent) shots at her.
It was true. Leah could’ve attacked any number of Micah’s attributes and probably gotten a stronger reaction. At the moment, though, her insults were aimed at the blatant alcoholism. Micah likely wasn’t as heavy a drinker as Brandon was, and really, Leah couldn’t fault anyone for wanting to dull their senses for a little while, get a reprieve from all the death and zombies, it was still something that bothered her. Micah wasn’t looking as strong or capable as she did years ago. That was the implication.
“I always know what I’m talking about. Isn’t my fault you never understand.” Oblivious. That was Leah’s interpretation of the lack of retaliatory insults thrown her way. Had she known that Micah was well-aware of her current state and was holding back her remarks, Leah… wasn’t sure how she’d react. Disbelieving, probably. She expected all the cheap shots to come out, especially while the other woman was drunk.
A derisive snort came when Micah implied she was chicken shit. “Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere. But if you take too long, I’m gonna assume the same about you. Tick tock, Costanzo.” As if Leah would risk missing this obviously hilarious show. There was no way Micah was a better skater than she was.
While Leah waited, she did a few more rounds of the rink, then slowed to a stop when she spotted Micah returning. She smirked. “Well, well. And here I thought I’d gotten rid of you. Not sure which I would’ve preferred: you going away, or you coming back so I could watch you fall on your ass.”