Sara’s POV.
The cool evening breeze brushed against my skin as I stormed toward Morgan, my hands raised high, ready to strike.
The sound of water lapping against the pool’s edge barely registered in my ears. My heart pounded, my blood boiled, and all I could see was her smug, infuriating smirk.
"How dare you?" I seethed, my voice trembling with fury. "How dare you call me that?"
Morgan didn’t flinch. She didn’t step back. She just stood there, lips curling into an amused grin, her dark eyes gleaming with wicked delight.
"Come on," she taunted, tilting her chin up in challenge. "What are you waiting for? Hit me! Hit me and let everyone see the monster you are!"
Her laughter rang through the air, sharp and grating, like nails scraping against metal. My fingers curled into a fist, my n
