Writer's POV
Elara sits on the bed with Tasha, staring at a phone screen. The video played over and over again, showing Drasa and Cassian kissing by the bathroom. Each time it replayed, the anger in the room grew thicker.
Elara watched with cold eyes, but Tasha was shaking with rage. Her hands were clenched into fists so tight her knuckles had turned white.
"I can't believe this," Tasha hissed through gritted teeth. "That little nobody thinks she can just take what's yours?"
Elara paused the video right at the moment where Cassian's hands were on Drasa's ass. "She’s very stupid.”
Tasha was lost in her own fury, remembering the night before. "I had everything planned perfectly," she said, her voice getting louder. "I was going to make her pay for even looking at Cassian. But then that
