Trina. That was the second time he'd said that name. Maybe he was--
Heartless bitch?!
Willow's eyes flickered black, unbeknownst to her. She felt a surge of rage and tried to fight it back down, but she wanted to lash out at this... this boy who didn't know who he was messing with.
"You... you jerk! I've known soulless monsters who are more polite! You don't know me!" Her hair had started to darken at the roots, but she was struggling against the control. Her hands were clenched tightly, the knuckles white as she clutched the spellbook. "Who the hell do you think you are?"