"Not even once! Who knows how many—" Liora continued to speak, but Aria would've been damned to let her finish. She walked right up to her sister's face and snapped, cutting her off mid-sentence before whatever else came spewing out of her mouth.
"Don't you dare!" Aria hissed, her voice low and sharp with fury. "Why do you think you're no longer wearing the servant's uniform?" she asked, her face reddening with rage as she held Liora's gaze firmly, without blinking.
"Do you think the clothes you got and the money just dropped from heaven? Do you think God Himself provided it?" she growled, her voice rising with each word, chest rising and falling in fury.
"Yes, I slept with him! What else was I supposed to do? Kill him with the magical powers I don't have? Or with the strength of my hands?!" she screamed, fists clenched, even as tears pooled in her eyes and heat flushed through her cheeks.
