"No need to thank me."
Fisher nodded calmly, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he looked at Valentina, wrapped up in a ball of clothing on the wheelchair. It was clear that she hadn't trusted his specialized research on demi-humans; that was why she had deliberately arranged for Miss Parfait, strong and tall, to be his subject of study.
Now, not helping her untie the tightly bound cloth in her hair was his little punishment for her lack of trust in him.
Understanding Fisher's intention, Valentina tried to glare at him from under the fabric, but accidentally pulled her own hair. Pain crinkled her delicate features, and her hands, ensconced in the cloth, touched her head but couldn't stretch fingers out to unbind the tight clothing.
"Hiss..."
This annoying Nali!
