Manipulative antagonist
Joana pov
"Tasha?" My mouth formed the shape of her name, and I spun to face her.
Her face held a glint of mockery, and the way she stood? She had one of her hands stuck to her waist, and this scornful smile was spreading across her lips.
"Long time, sister," she grinned widely, taking some steps forward, then she stopped only a few moments away from me.
I frowned, already blinded with rage.
I tried to act gently and keep my temper in check, but merely seeing her standing in my presence, exuding that confidence and mocking look, made me feel... It drove me to the edge, and I swore that if I saw a knife at this moment, I'd stab her.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, ignoring her fake pleasantries.
"Doing what I know how to do the best," sh
