“What did you say?” Tate repeated slowly, her voice eery. Tate’s voice whispered through each ear like a cool breeze snuggling her in the sound of death.
“I said, here kitty-kitty,” Isis couldn’t believe the words had left her mouth. But, they had. She knew a blow would come now. No one insulted Tate or Amby and got away with it.
Isis bit her lip feeling her teeth sink sharply into it. She felt blood well up. She tasted the salty warmth in her mouth.
She slammed her eyes closed and winced. The suspense was the worst. Why didn’t they just hit her? Isis forced her eyes opened a slit.
They were laughing. She could hear them now. Their soft, melodious giggles echoing through her ears. Like a horses soft whinny their voices penatrated her, calmed her, soothed her.
“You crack me up,” Tate said between hiccuping giggles.
“She thinks she’s cool with those amazing insults,” Isis caught the sarcasm in Amby’s voice.