The tone of the other woman’s voice ran up Brigitte’s spine. If she’d had fur, it would have caused it to stand on end. She stared for a moment, her jaw set and she released a heavy sigh. The question made her feel like she was back at the clinic with all the other girls whose emotions were too high strung for both reasons they could and couldn’t explain. Before, Brigitte would have backed down from the conflict. Now, it was all she could do not to body slam the brunette.
“Does it matter? I said I was sorry.”
She let her eyes linger for a moment, a silent threat behind them. It was the way she always looked at people when she wanted them to back off, but it had only been recently that she could actually follow through. Brigitte turned away, happy to ignore the encounter if it meant getting to her cubby and back to her room.