Lena’s POV
The alcove feels too small, the air thick with fluorescent hum and the sharp tang of Sienna’s perfume—like overripe peaches mixed with venom. My heart hammers against my ribs, rage boiling over from Tessa’s announcement, from Sienna’s smug hip-c**k, and from the whole twisted universe laughing at me. I whirl on her, my bad ankle protesting the sudden twist, but I don’t care. Pain is fuel right now.
“You’ve got to be f*****g kidding me if you think for a moment that I’m going to work with the woman I caught shagging my ex-boyfriend. What the f**k? Are you stalking me? What the f**k are you even doing here?” The words explode out, sharp and raw, echoing off the concrete walls. A few heads poke out from the office floor behind us, but I’m past caring who hears.
Sienna’s perfectl
