The back of her hand cracked against his mouth at the the insult. She would not allow anyone to call her crazy in her presence ever again without feeling some sort of punishment. It felt good to strike him, even better than a curse. This was more personal, more real. Antonin's fingers immediately reached up to touch his newly split lip. She'd put every ounce of her anger in it and one of her rings might have snagged his skin. Blood clung to his fingertips. His eyes flashed with a fury she was all too familiar with.