Emily
I push myself up slowly, my head still ringing, one hand braced against the wall while the other adjusts my jacket. My vision steadies bit by bit and I roll my shoulders, wincing.
This witch. What the hell does she eat? Bricks?
“What happened?” Bianca drawls, folding her arms like she didn’t just try to crack my skull open. “Cat got your tongue?”
I let out a slow breath, lifting my chin. “No. I’m just trying to figure out if you were born crazy or you worked hard for it.”
Her smile sharpens. “You’ve got a mouth for someone who’s basically a nobody.”
“Funny,” I shoot back, stepping away from the wall. “Coming from someone who needs to jump people to feel important.”
Her eyes flash and she steps closer. “You really think you belong anywhere near Damien?”
And there it is.
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