Petra looked up suddenly and hastily swiped at her eyes, standing up quickly. "Dad, I gotta go. I love you too. Bye."
"You... complete and utter ass!" she exclaimed, advancing furiously and moving to slap him, her general composure clearly broken.
She pulled a pistol out of her belt and pointed it directly at his chest, fire in her eyes. "I don't need to."
She was seething, glaring at him fiercely. "What is your problem?" she asked furiously, pulling the hammer back. "Just leave me alone!"
"I can't switch, that's not how it works." He groaned, taking a step back. "I don't even want to kill you."
"Oh, really?" she asked harshly, stepping forward and gesturing to the cut on her cheek with her free hand. "It certainly doesn't seem that way! God! I could have killed you so many time, and guess what, douchelord-on-a-stick? You were my target too! I was supposed to kill you!"
She considered him for a moment, her expression impossible to read. Her brows were furrowed, and her gaze was intense as she watched him. "So, what does that mean?" she asked eventually, her voice considerably calmer. "What's your plan?"
