Aria
I take a shaky step back as Vanessa stalks toward me, her sharp heels clicking against the floor like a damn countdown to my doom. Her smile isn’t even a smile…it’s a f*****g sneer, and her perfectly manicured nails, tap against her folded arms.
“What do I want?” she repeats, mocking my earlier question. “Let’s see… what the f**k do you think you’re doing, Aria? Have you forgotten your place in the pack, you little s**t?”
I instinctively step back again, hitting the cold wall behind me. Great, nowhere to go. “What are you talking about, Vanessa?” I manage to say, though my voice sounds smaller than I want it to.
Vanessa rolls her eyes dramatically, flipping her glossy hair over her shoulder. “You’re such a joke,” she spits, stepping closer and jabbing her finger into my chest, ha
