The moment I pushed the door open, Claire's guard dog, Liyah, stood there with her arms crossed, looking unimpressed.
“Come to plead your bestie's case, have you? Cause this visit certainly isn’t because you care. You haven’t in the past.”
That hit. This female was always poking into our mateship, and it annoyed the hell out of me, but Claire and I were shaky right now; I couldn’t challenge Liyah. Not yet, anyway.
"There must be some misunderstanding. Breanne isn't cruel like that. She wouldn't enjoy—" I sighed.
Behind Liyah, lying in bed, I saw Claire’s fists clench at my words, and a cold smile touched her lips. "Liyah, close the door. I don’t want carolers singing Breanna’s praises while I’m healing from her latest attack.”
Liyah moved to shut it, but I wasn’t having that. I shov
