(Lucas’ POV).
I scoffed. Loud, bitter, sharp. "Really, Emily? That's your grand plan now? Whisper lies and hope something sticks? You're sounding desperate."
She flinched but recovered fast, her expression morphing from shocked to smug in a blink.
"You think I'm lying because it hurts. You know it's true. She doesn't want you. She's chosen Kenny."
I took a step closer, lowering my voice. "You're reaching. Grasping at ghosts and shadows. Stirring up bullshit because I wouldn't fall for your little tricks. Try that amateur act on someone who hasn’t already seen through you."
Her nostrils flared. "You’ll regret this, Lucas. When you find her wrapped around him, when your heart shatters, don’t come crawling to me."
I turned on my heel before her words could sink their claws too deep.
