Mona's POV
I noticed the smile on Flynn after I had left her and Vance at the entrance to the room. My jaw clenched as I saw her approaching me. There was something about the way she walked toward me—too confident, too... well, Flynn.
Her smile was wide, and I could already feel the tension creeping up my neck. It wasn’t just a simple smile either. No, this was the kind of smile that came with a giggle. A giggle, for God’s sake.
I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, standing as rigidly as a statue, hoping to send the message that I wasn't interested in whatever nonsense she was about to pull out of her perfect little pocket of tricks. I stared at her with pure, unfiltered anger and hatred, letting it boil beneath the surface, like a cauldron of resentment ready to spill over.
Flynn
