Lysa's POV
The moment Jason and the guys disappeared around the trail bend, their bike engines fading into the distance, Iris's carefully maintained smile dropped like a mask.
Her expression transformed into something cold and sharp, her eyes raking over me with undisguised contempt. The friendly, bubbly persona she'd worn in front of Jason evaporated completely, replaced by something that looked almost feral.
"Let's cut the bullshit!" She looked at me as if I were something stuck to the bottom of her shoe, her voice flat and hostile. I've liked him since we were just children. And I'm not going to stand by and watch some nobody take what's mine."
I blinked at her, momentarily caught off guard by the sudden shift. The other girls who'd been standing nearby had quietly drifted
