“Ariaaa, you’re not listening.”
Cassia’s nails brushed Jenna’s sleeve like she owned it as soon as Alpha Ryker left the class, her perfume cloyed. “Sit with me. We’ll catch up, just like old times.”
Jenna’s lips curved, but it was no smile. “Cassia.” Her tone sliced silk-thin, cool. “Do me a favor and keep your voice down. It’s giving me a headache.”
Cassia blinked, faltering, then forced a laugh. “You haven’t changed, always so sharp. I love it.”
Celeste smirked at Mina over Jenna’s head. Mina muttered just loud enough, “Sharp, sure. More like she’s done with you.”
Cassia’s smile wavered. Jenna leaned closer, lowering her voice. “Tell me, Cassia… did you forget to iron your skirt this morning, or did your mother stop buying you decent ones?”
The words landed like daggers. Cassia sti
