Anya’s POV
I refused to let Tiffany get under my skin. I met her smug expression with a sweet but firm smile. "That will never happen, Tiffany. Marcus loves me, and he would never hurt me. As for you? You’ll be left behind—defeated and pitiful."
Her eyes flashed with anger, but she quickly masked it, regaining her composure.
"We’ll see, Anya. We’ll see," she said with a confident smirk before turning on her heel and walking away.
As soon as she left, an uneasy feeling settled in my chest. I sank onto a nearby chair, pressing a hand against my heart. Why did her words make me so anxious?
A week had passed since my confrontation with Tiffany, yet something had changed—Marcus had been distant ever since. At first, I thought he was just stressed from the recent rogue attacks, but his cold
