<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">A shudder rippled down her frame when Zara felt Cameron put his arm around her shoulder in such a casual manner. That was the second time the damn whore was being rather casual in how he touched her. And...it wasn't the best time to push her buttons.<br/><br/>Something inside of Zara snapped.<br/><br/>And then...she heard Lessard's voice and a low hiss escaped her, eyes narrowing as they turned to stare at the man striding forward. Everything about Lessard annoyed her. He was calm, cool and collected and she <em>loathed</em> him for that. Zara did everything in her power to never go near him. Because when she did; her emotions seemed to double. He was like a bloody robot! And what did Zara hate more than seeing him? Knowing when he was right. And as he spoke about Cameron...Zara knew he was right.<br/><br/>The damn whore was making the entire Teahouse look bad.<br/><br/>She clenched her jaw, grinding her molars so hard that when she caught the inside of her lip, she instantly drew blood. The taste of her own blood soothed her -- but not enough. She wanted blood, but it wasn't her blood she wanted.<br/><br/>The instant River followed Lessard, Zara slammed her elbow into Cameron's stomach and jerked her fist up to punch him in the face in a quick move before she wheeled to face him, jabbing him in the chest with her fingernail, "Listen to me, you bloody <em>fucking</em> sack of shit. If you touch me again without my consent, I will rip you in half. Do not test me." Her hazel eyes were so bright, they looked like she was on the verge of tears. But quite the contrary; Zara was on fire.  Her voice was low enough that River's would not be able to hear but her words were laced in acid, the venom pure and simple. "You might not care about the Teahouse but this is all we have. So if you're done playing whore..." She smirked and ran her eyes up and down his frame, adding coldly, "Which you're <em>worthless</em> at since no one has picked you...pack up your shit and leave."<br/><br/>She slammed her finger into his chest once more, uncaring if she left marks or not, her eyes staring into his, "Do not ever embarrass me like that in front of a Client again, nitwit."<br/><br/>She wasn't done with him; the anger was still boiling deep inside of her...but Ryan was no where in sight. She couldn't very well complain to the Master of the House when he wasn't available to her. And truth be told, Zara hated visiting Ryan's office. It scared the shit out of her.<br/><br/>So instead she did the only thing that could calm her -- and would still keep her available for any other Johns or Janes -- and turned slowly to make her way towards the piano.</span>