I stood by Belinda’s side. We weren’t friends, yet as a local, I felt compelled to defend her.
A streetlight hung above us, casting a halo glow as if we were in a showdown. It felt more surreal as Dusty approached us. His staggered gait added to the effect. I couldn’t decide which version of him creeped me out more, this or Mr. Flirt.
Sienna didn’t acknowledge him once he stood by her side. Her eyes were too busy blazing into Belinda. It was as if her anger had dripped off the pages and spilled into reality.
“What’s going on?” Dusty asked, looking at me.
Belinda slithered away like a snake. Thankfully, Sienna didn’t pursue her. The cat fight ended as peacefully as it could have. Then I found myself standing alone. Sienna’s eyes now bore into mine while Dusty loosened up a bit, revealin
