I walked behind her; confused, angry, and frustrated.

Why would she, of all people want to talk to me? Wasn’t she supposed to be some sort of royalty princess type-person-thing?

“Mai, would you please let go of my hand?”

She did, viciously pulling me to stand in front of her.
“What did you do?” she growled.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, sorely rubbing my wrist.
She shook her head and pointed a long, manicured nail at me.
“Whatever you do, witch, stay away from Zuko.”
And she was off, silk billowing in her wake.

Wait.

Did she think…?

My hysterical laughs were the only thing heard in the hallway.