Saoirse
“Rachel,” Cyrus said with a low voice.
Her eyes meet mine. “What are you doing here…”
Her words weren’t directed at Cyrus. No, they were for me. Her lips curled slightly, like a warning—or maybe a challenge. I clenched my fists. My spine straightened like instinct. Cyrus stepped forward, but I didn’t back down.
“I came for the book I left last week,” I answered, trying to keep my voice calm, even if my blood was boiling. “Didn’t know I needed permission to be in the library.”
Rachel scoffed, flipping her glossy dark hair over her shoulder. “Some people don’t belong in places they don't understand.”
“Oh?” I stepped closer. “Funny. That’s exactly what I was about to say.”
Cyrus let out a low sigh and rubbed the back of his neck. “Okay, both of you need to chill—”
“No,” Rachel
