Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 365

Stella was glaring daggers.

Xander flicked her forehead, his tone sharp yet oddly playful. "Have I been too nice to you lately?"

Stella's eyes widened in disbelief. Nice? Seriously? The concept of him being “nice” was laughable, and yet here he was, acting like he deserved a medal.

"Speak up," Xander demanded.

Stella pouted, her gaze filled with even more discontent.

The moment Xander saw that look in her eyes, he knew she was plotting to bite him again. Having grown up together, he hadn’t realized just how sharp this little brat’s teeth were.

The marks she’d left on his neck and the back of his hand hadn’t even healed yet, and there was still an indent on his wrist.

"I said speak up! Are you deaf?" Xander snapped, his frustration simmering.

Her silent stare spoke volumes, though. It was as if her big, expressive eyes were calling him an idiot, mocking him without saying a word.

Oh, she had the nerve to curse him inwardly. If only she had the guts to say it out loud.

Xander's patience snapped. He thumped her head with the butt of his gun. "I said talk. Didn't you hear me?"

Finally, Stella couldn't hold it in anymore. "What do you want me to say?"

Honestly, what was there to talk about? He kept demanding she speak, but he never bothered to explain what he wanted.

Xander replied, "Didn't I tell you what to say?"

Stella rolled her eyes. Was he serious? Had he lost his mind?

Her big eyes darted around as she plotted her silent rebellion.

Xander noticed her scheming look and, in a fit of anger, grabbed her by the neck.

"What are you calling me in that little head of yours?"

Stella smirked. "I think you're a bit... dense?"

Xander was speechless. This girl had no fear of death, did she?

"You don't think I'll snap your neck right here?"

"Sure, but then you'll be buried with me," Stella retorted fearlessly.

Xander was more afraid of death than she'd ever be. He'd been running scared for years, hiding out in places like Patrina. She remembered Yvonne's advice from long ago: never show fear in the face of danger. Fear makes you lose your cool, and once you do, you're at your enemy's mercy.

"Fine, fine, you're tough. Now tell me, did Bernie hand over the thing to your brother?"

He practically spat the word "brother," a pointed reminder of her connection to Ronald.

Stella shot him a fierce glare. "I have no clue."