Cecilia's pov
I waited for Cici to finish her little speech about how I was nothing compared to her "noble" werewolf bloodline. My indignation building, but I kept my expression cool and collected. I looked down at her with icy eyes.
"What exactly makes you so noble?" I asked, my voice deceptively gentle despite the rage simmering beneath. "Is it your pea brain that can't even handle a simple Excel spreadsheet? Or perhaps how you treasure my mate's sloppy seconds like they're precious gems? Or maybe it's how you've jumped on the job I no longer want and act so smug about it?"
I took pleasure in the flash of shock crossing Cici's face.
"And this 'our circle' nonsense..." I continued, tilting my head slightly. "Who exactly is 'us'? I don't recall joining your little cesspool of degenerat
