DEMI
Maddi pulls me roughly by the arm into when we go into the kitchen under the pretense of getting refreshments for everyone. I already knew this was going to happen given the temper flashing in her eyes after I laid out my plan. She clicks the door shut and turns to me, eyes flashing.
"You've got to be kidding me. What the hell was that? Do you really expect me to wait that long? By the time your fucking plan crystalizes, Ashal might be in a worse condition." She wipes her chin and moistens her lips. "Look, I'm just going to tell you this. Your plan's reasonable but right now, reasonable will likely get Ashal killed and I'm not having it."
"You've got a better idea?" I tilt my head, amazed that she'd bother to share with me rather than go behind my back to do what she feels is right.
"I kind of do. It's not fully fleshed out but it's quicker than yours. If things go well, I could have Ashal back in time to cut his birthday cake." Her eyes light up just thinking about it.
