"What was that all about?" Willow demanded, her voice cold as ice. "Why were you talking to Calix?" Lireal rolled her eyes, her patience wearing thin. "It's none of your business, Willow," she replied curtly, brushing past her cousin and making her way down the hallway.
But Willow wasn't about to let it go that easily. She followed Lireal, her steps quickening to match her cousin's pace. "He's mine, Lireal," she hissed, her voice low and menacing. "You stay away from him." Lireal stopped in her tracks, turning to face Willow.
"Oh please, Willow. Calix is all yours," Lireal said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I couldn't care less about him."
"Watch your tone, Lireal," she warned, her voice low and threatening. "You may think you're something special because you're marrying Mr. Black
