"You swine!"
Inna had her fist raised, ready to hit the vampire when the main door suddenly opened, ruining her chances to get revenge, and it took a lot of great effort for her hands to drop at her side, allowing those fatuous words of his to slide. She wouldn't wish to prove to him that his words affected her in some way, or how much it stirred her blood on the inside.
There was just something unusually odd about him, and it reeked with bad news. Inna wouldn't want to consider being friends with someone who possessed such enmity within him even if he never said a word about it, but it certainly won't stop her from discovering why she finds him mysteriously odd, and understanding Vampires a lot better was something her secret letter friend would help her understand better.
"Was Orson here?" Asked Cassian when he stepped into the living room with Madeline, and Inna nodded her head in response, her arms folded.
