"Come back with me!"
Perry Reed's icy words were like an order, resolute and unshakable.
"Impossible."
The reply was cut and dry, Flossie Wright's voice as cold as it could get.
Aside from in the Forces, no one had ever commanded her.
Perry Reed raised his hand, his fingers sliding through her hair.
"What if I insist on taking you back?" Perry Reed asked, word by word.
"You are more than welcome to try."
Flossie Wright's attitude was unyielding, showing not the slightest hint of compromise.
"Erina Taylor!"
Perry Reed spat out these two words through gritted teeth, even his aura entwined with rage.
"I am not her." Flossie Wright stood straight and still, letting Perry Reed hold her without showing any emotional fluctuation, and she slowly, yet clearly spoke, "Perry Reed, I am Flossie Wright."
She was Flossie Wright.
