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" The boy slipped the necklace over his head and jutted his chin toward her. “Move.”
Serilda tensed, startled by his abruptness. “I beg your pardon?”
“You’re in the way,” he said, gesturing at the spinning wheel. “I need space to work.”
“Would it hurt to ask politely?”
He fixed her with a look so openly annoyed, she wondered if his irritation might rival her own. “I’m helping you.”
“And I’ve paid you for the honor,” she said, indicating the necklace at his throat. “I don’t think a shred of civility is unwarranted.”
He opened his mouth, but hesitated. His brow furrowed. “Would you like me to give the necklace back and leave you to your fate?”
“Of course not. But you still haven’t told me how, exactly, you plan to help me.”
He sighed, a bit dramatically. “Suit yourself. After all, why he accommodating when one can be difficult? "
― Marissa Meyer , Gilded (Gilded, #1)