Lana POV
She stood between us like a queen on trial day, her eyes narrowing down at me with pure disdain.
“It’s only been two days since you stepped foot into this house,” Elena’s voice dripped venom, sharp and cold, “and yet not a single day passes without you stirring trouble. Tell me, Luna… are you that desperate for attention?”
Her manicured fingers clamped around my chin, tilting my face upward. I hissed at the pressure, but her gaze was worse—icy, merciless, as if she could burn a hole straight through me.
“Elena, please…” Mick’s voice broke the air, too calm, too soft. “You’ve misunderstood—”
“You make me sick, Mick!” she spat, whirling on him with fire in her eyes. “How dare you defend her in front of me?!”
And then Andrea’s voice rose, sharp enough to cut glass. “Defend her?
